Step Fantasy Novels & Stories

“The reincarnation of Lilac’s soul is the beginning of this war, Stephanie. You were born for a reason. You are the key to stopping it. And I’ll tell you this, I won’t let you die until you fulfill your destiny. Once you’ve done that, if you still want to give up, then fine. But not until then.” Stephanie’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with anger. “Well, I don’t give a damn about this prophecy, or this realm, or any of you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “And I sure as hell don’t care about those humans. Everyone should just die, for all I care. Maybe that’s what they deserve. Maybe that’s what we all deserve.” “Stephanie…” Caden began, stepping forward again, but she cut hi

— I pondered, struggling to keep up with the blinding lights that were glowing from her hands. Her eyes burnt fiercely and her expression was unreadable but terrifying. “What are you waiting for?" Ava yelled on the top of her voice. “Wait… leave her out of this.” I yelled, trying to close the distance that separated us but I couldn't move. "End her this minute.” Ava yelled and instantly, the sorcerer waved his hand over his head like he did initially. On the other hand, Stephanie was approaching them with so much confidence I never knew she possessed up until now.

“Another thing I don’t get to know.” “Aw, don’t pout,” Stephan teased, spinning around to splash me. “You’ve been here what, five months? You’re still the new guy, Cas. Give it time, baby bird.” “Baby bird?” I repeated, deadpan, as water dripped down my shirt. “Yup,” Stephan said with a laugh. “Still gotta grow your feathers and learn to fly before you get the full story.” He splashed me again for good measure.

“I’ll make sure everyone knows what a monster you really are.” Stephanie’s smile slipped for just a second, then returned as she casually brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. “Go ahead and try, Crawford,” she sneered. “You prance around like you’re saving the world. All that self-righteous crap you spout. But let me clue you in—you have no idea what is coming.” “You don’t either,” I snapped back without missing a beat. “This isn’t your fight, Stephanie. You play with lives like they’re nothing but cards in a game, and when you lose, it won’t feel so much fun anymore.”

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

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His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

'so tempting' I shook my head and stepped back. 'No Zaheer! You can't!' I reminded myself. 'But it is my only chance. Maybe she wouldn't know. What if I never get a chance like this again?' My temptation took over me and slowly, very carefully leaned towards her. My heart racing. I was just cms away from her lips, feeling her breath on my lips, and was just about to caress her plum lips with mine......her eyes opened. I froze like a rock. Sania's POV,

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”