Step Fantasy Novels & Stories

Running away was no longer an option—the time for talk had passed, and force became our only means of protection. Without hesitation, Felise unsheathed her gleaming silver blade, her eyes shining with determination. I followed suit, tightening my grip on the hilt of my trusty sword, ready for the impending battle. Isadora, the cunning strategist, positioned herself alongside us, her hand shimmering with raw energy. The rogue wolves lunged forward, their blood-curdling howls erupting in the night. The clash of fangs and blades echoed through the forest, and each strike met with equally fierce retaliation.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

Ruby flops down and doesn’t fight as Saph and I pull the blankets up, tucking her in. I kiss Ruby on her cheek, as she quickly starts to fall asleep. I look up to find Saph is sneaking out of the room. Oh no, she isn’t escaping that easily. I follow behind her, and she picks up her pace down the hallway. I quicken my pace, lengthening my strides. I can tell Saph is frazzled and getting confused about which way to turn down the hallway. I feel giddy knowing I’m herding her in the direction I want. When she turns down another hallway, I smirk in delight. Saph halts, and spins around, looking around at where she is.

I ask withdrawing from the hug. "He won't honey. Remember today is your first day in high school." She smiles trying to cheer me up and it kinda worked cause I'm totally excited about my first day in high school. I haven't made any friends since we came to live in human world. "Yeah." I breathe out. "So....get dressed while I make you a delicious breakfast. Ok?." "Okay." She stood up from the bed, pecked my cheeks and moves out of my room. Well.....My name is Zara. I was a princess in the kingdom of Almelda, a beautiful place very far from here.

Stephanie POV I had once believed that some stories weren’t meant for people like me. I thought some lives were chosen, touched by fate, while the rest of us simply wandered, scraping together what little scraps of joy we could. I had believed my place was in the shadows—nameless, powerless, surviving day after day in that greasy diner, forever branded a rogue, forever dismissed. But standing at Tyler’s side, as the weight of a pack and a kingdom settled onto his broad shoulders, I knew better. Fate had always had its eye on me. And fate had carried me here, to this moment—where grief and glory met.

For some reason, the three guys in my group sat at my opposite while Persia and the red-haired girl with bat wings sat on my left and right respectively. “Ah… Um… My name is Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare.” I murmured. I wondered why, as I introduced— those 3 guys widen their eyes for a moment. Seeming things were slightly awkward, Persia decided to guide the team in my stead. “August~” She then conducted. As she called, the which was at my right, reacted. “…Oh, right. My name’s August Whisperwind, a human. I’m Ranked Fifth among the first years, codename, .”

I swallow. "I let you watch me. But now I have to blindfold you so we can start on your own pleasure. Do you trust me?" Stephane asks, his tone is gentle and very luxurious sounding in my ears. His eyes are warm as he holds mine in earnest. I nod, eyes wide and mouth dry, my body feels starved of his touch. The anticipation could kill me. And yet I know it is something I might not survive mentally once it starts. He will turn me into a whole new woman and I don't know if I should be scared of that or not.

Stephanie has done everything that I have asked her to do under the assumption that I will make her my chosen mate and Luna but all of that has changed now and that just makes her hate Danica even more. I cannot allow Stephani to disrespect my Luna. I know that I promised her that I would make her my Luna but I did not expect to find my mate like this. And I definitely didn’t expect it to be a Ravens. The moon Goddess must have a warped sense of humor for making Danica Ravens my mate. Just the simple fact that she is my fated mate makes things so much more complicated for us both even though she doesn’t know that yet. She is supposed to be my sworn enemy but now I don't know how I will be ab