Realistic Fantasy Novels & Stories

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

They could mess with my ability and force me to cut myself off from everyone around me, but they could never take away what made me truly untouchable, my huge abundance of spite. It was too far away to be absolutely sure it was the Elf drifting towards Gorgoth. In a fantasy world, there could be all sorts of explanations for what it was. It could be a very unusual cloud formation, and still kill us all. In a fantasy world, nothing had to be what it first appeared to be. Or even what it second appeared to be. It made it much harder to know how soon you should start running. “We should go inside,” I said. “We don’t want to attract any attention.”

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

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ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

Another loud sigh escapes him and instantly my minds brought back to my fantasy guy behind me. The warmth of his breath tickling the back of my neck lightly, it is amazing how real it feels as if he was here laying in my bed holding me so tenderly like we had done this so many times before. I shift slightly closer my back to his front, relishing the idea of having this affectionate imaginary connection. I do not know whether I was having a psychotic break, maybe my mind was finally collapsing to the pressure of yet again having a catastrophic relationship come to a terrible end. Or maybe somebody up there decided to give me one amazing fantasy to make up for one of the worst fatal affairs i

approaches you, the same happens with teaching and its learning. Those who read these lines are for something ... They are interested in something that is beyond their noses. The environment becomes boring and repetitive for those who dream and have imagination. Quite contrary to what is believed, the fantasist finds the truth first, because reality is within us ... his fantasy illuminates him and his intuition directs his steps.

he spoke without hesitation. Everybody seemed perplexed by his answer. He was a fantasy writer. How many personal real-life experiences could have happened? “How is that possible?” The same girl asked, mimicking my thoughts. “You’re a fantasy author, so your writing is fiction.” “It depends on your definition of fiction. I have a broader sense of the word. What makes something fiction? Just because you can’t see something with your eyes, doesn’t make it not real.” “Like air…” I found myself talking softly from the back of the room, getting Joseph’s attention.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad