Science Fantasy Novels & Stories

And then she found it. "White Sand,"she read. "Rolling on white sand can affect someones luck." She continues, "When the sand is from an unknown location, bad luck can be attracted and cause a disaster one never asked for." She closes the book, and hids it under her cloak. Phenomenona Superstitions have much more uncanny results than those in the Earth. So it is possible that this planet, might be from the Hellington Realm. Or this planet is Earth. "Paris," she says. "Stop that, it will bring disasters."

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

"Could it be the sadness of a lost dream "A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. They never saw me for a queen, she thought bitterly. I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pe

he asked me with a bored look. "Actually, now that you mentioned it, where are we?" he slowly walked towards my direction and took the seat in front of me. "We're in the Kingdom of Flamis in Narte Fantasia. This is your mother's home." "What do you mean my mother's home?" I asked while looking at the floating books around us. "You, your mom, your dad, and I, we are called Fantasians. We live here, in Narte Fantasia." He explained patiently.

Suddenly deafening thunder and dazzling lightning drew in the sky, accompanied by torrential rain and wind that seemed to blow away anyone's home. Everyone was shouting, so I used TeleCom to let everyone know what was happening and calm them down with mental communication. [TeleCome – short for Telepathy Communication; this is one of a kind mogic that the Fantasian use to communicate.] [Fantasian – People live in Mundo da Fantasia.]

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

— The Bad Boy's Crazy Crush: It's about a High School teenager, Bella Thompson, who has a deep crush on the School's badboy, Brad Grego, who wants nothing but attention to himself, yet she keeps meddling in his business and breaking his rules. — Heart of My Other World: A story of Anyle that combines fantasy, Romance, science-fiction and a little bit of horror to it. It's filled with amazing twists. So… you can find my other book other than the above listed by following me on social media. And, there are definitely more interesting books to come from me. #youngauthor #african #giftodulesi Thank you!😘😍

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

A familiar pack territory nestled in a valley, but now bordered by what appears to be an ancient Fae cityscape, its spires reaching impossibly high into the ever-changing sky. As we make our way down from our vantage point, the true scope of our creation becomes clear. Physics itself seems to operate differently in various pockets of this patchwork reality. In one clearing, water flows upward in spiraling columns. In another, time moves visibly slower, dust motes hanging suspended for minutes before drifting to new positions. "The magic is different," Xander notes, summoning a flame to his palm. Instead of the usual red-orange fire, it manifests as a sphere of swirling colors, each seemingly

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.