Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force." He stepped closer to a claw mark, tracing the edge of the stone with a finger. "For these creatures to carry that energy, it means a primordial wolf must have been drained of his power or killed in the process of its extraction. The energy is the soul, when it is taken away, the primordial dies. Someone is harvesting the blood of the ancients to create these monsters." A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the group. The idea that someone was hunting down the descendants of the first wolves to fuel a nightmare army was enough to make even t

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

-Ferals- Feral is a term used in this book for half-human-half-animal living beings. They don’t seek royal blood for it gives them no powers at all. It is up to them, if they want to work for the vampires or werewolves or if they want to be protectors of the Royal blood. They are not as powerful as the others, however, if taken under the wings of royal blood they do become useful tools and become more powerful.

"Imagine the way I'd crave you even more after, how every touch, every glance from all three of you would become a command that I'd be desperate to obey, how intense it could be when I come back to you, my body already on fire, aching for you to extinguish the flames they've started." She let her fingers trail slowly down his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles as she spoke. "And you wouldn't just be sharing me," she continues, her voice dripping with raw desire. "You'd be indulging in every fantasy, every dark desire that you've ever thought about. You'd see the way I melt under their hands, hear the sounds I make, feel the way I crave you even more because of it. Isn't that something

Hold you down? Lisa shivered with desire as she read the words on the screen. How did DomMPF know what she secretly desired? NewGRL549: Not in real life, but I’ve fantasized about it. DomMPF: Sometimes reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. She knew all about that, she created a fantasy for a living. NewGRL549: True. But would you have me discount it out of hand without even trying it? BigCock16: I’ll be happy to show you the ropes

Ever since she awakened her Primordial Innate constitution, the Drakell technique stirred as a reminder that, no matter what, he had to claim the woman with the Primordial Innate constitution. Now that he'd reached the semi-divine realm, the Primordial Innate constitution became all the more tempting to him. He was like a hot-blooded youth who had a naked bombshell standing in front of him.

His grip was a demanding pressure on my thighs, more pleasure than pain, pulling me into a memory that felt too real. I gasped, caught between fight and surrender. The contrast from the safe fantasy, the dangerous pull made my fingers move faster. My hips rose to meet every imagined stroke. He was right there, in my mind, in every ache, every shiver. “You’re so easy for me,” his voice murmured, low, teasing, dangerous. A soft needy groan slipped out of me. I cupped my breast,my thumb brushing over my nipple once, my fingers pinching the hard nub.