Step Fantasy Novels & Stories

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

Loose stance that said she was trying not to intimidate me but failing anyway. “This is Anna,” the trainer said. “Controlled spar. Defense focus. Don’t overdo it.” I nodded. But something in my chest tightened anyway. Not fear. Just that strange delay again. Like I was watching myself from slightly behind my own body. We shifted. The fight started clean. Predictable. Controlled. Our movements mirrored training patterns, blocks and counters, nothing serious. I told myself to stay steady. To stay aware. Don’t rush. Don’t overreact.

I did not expect her to leave everyone else that she had met just to be with me, that was not going to happen. When she attempted to take her leg away, I glared at her wondering what she was doing. I don't know how to move my leg away from her. She was the one who started this foul play and now she was backing away, that was not going to happen. Kate did not know what she was doing to me, she was stirring up every possible desire in me, and I just so loved it because she was my mate, she was crazy and sexy.

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.

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.”

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.

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."