Short Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

That’s when I saw Shannen lying on the ground at the mercy of one of the mud creatures. I raced to help my friend. The mud creature had its club raised and was preparing to bash her with it. Frantically, I sprinted towards her. The fear of losing my best friend made me move faster than I knew I could. I knew stabbing it wouldn’t work. So I swung my sword upward, slicing off the arms. I truly believe it didn’t even notice, as it just grunted as it looked at its severed limbs. “For God’s sake, will you just die?” I screamed as I swung my sword vertically towards its head, splitting the creature in two.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045