Novel & Cerita Steampunk Fantasy

Every precaution was taken to just milk the humans for their plasma and there was little chance any physical harm would come to them whilst they were in the hands of the vampire nest dwellers. The sun was rising in the east and it filtered through the stained glass windows of the church above their basement. The basement was sanctuary from the dreaded sunlight for the children of the vampire chieftain were unable to fight off the burning rays. Lafitte was able to walk in the light with proper clothing because he had been created by the master of magical immortality Nosferatu and was not subject to some of the constraints ordinary vampires suffered like the burning from the sun and the danger

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.

And as long as the fantasies consumed him, as long as his desires burned this fiercely, he knew he’d keep coming back to this—to the forbidden, to the taboo, to the intoxicating image of his stepmother. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, the sticky remnants of his release a reminder of what he’d just done. But as sleep began to pull him under, his last thought was of her—of Elena, and the next time he’d let his fantasies take control

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

It was a city bathed in neon lights and steam coming off various buildings… There were towers made of brass that were also filled with glowing signs, gears turning on rooftops, and alleyways with bright crimson light as the train entered the city… It looked like something out of a fever dream. It was beautiful, seductive, and it felt as if something was wrong. Farrah leaned closer to the window as she couldn’t believe it. It was like a Steampunk City that could only be seen in the movies or read in the books. Then, with a soft hiss, the train doors slid open. A gust of warm, perfumed air swept inside… It was sweet and metallic, like roses and rust mixed together…

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

A dark string of liquid courses through the lower layer of her mouth and the broken places of her jaw, pulling the bones together with a loud snap. The alley in which she finds herself in between two establishments, the tavern, and an animal tradesmen market. The once sliced wrist of her hand strings back together. The course of her flesh stitching rings through her ears like thin threads of a rag doll knitting in unison. Her broken bones snap back into place while those mutated eyes linger forward. The ally is long with torches along with the stone build of the animal hide market and old lamps along with the wooden tavern. An old man sits about midway from where Salavanta stands and the end

, they said amused. Ralph nodded, "Steampunk; a merging of Victorian Europe with the future", he defined briefly, and then as they both looked around, "It's four in the evening; did you have work around this area?" he asked curiously. "No", Xhe answered, "I was on my way into school", they stated pointing at the large building upon which steps they stood. "Huh?" he answered looking up at the large building, "This is a school", he noted, "I would never have guessed", he stated bemused.