Fantasy Female Novels & Stories

“There are fifty concubines, but only ten truly matter. The rest are shadows—whispers in the hall. But those ten? They are power wrapped in perfume.” Cassandra, Witch Princess of Obsidia — Cunning, confident, and convinced the crown already belongs to her, Cassandra walks the corridors of Qombinia as though fate itself has laid out a silk carpet for her feet. Her blood-and-mirror magic can coax secrets from silvered glass and turn whispered wishes into binding oaths. Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim.

She said as I nodded and said it was okay. The made finally finished and left as I put on the dress that she had brought with her. "So, it's finally good to have our queen with us, I have been waiting for this moment," She said excitedly. "Are you sure you are the beta's mate?" I asked. From what I heard from Mira. Selene was the most toughest female on the battlefield. Her attacks were ones that could kill. Maxwell gave her permission to train the girls to keep her a little busy.

"Wangari." Wangari, the legend of The Shrine, said to be the most powerful spiritual entity of her time. She fought against the inequality of women in the ancient times, empowering the women of The Shrine to defeating their demon enemy. She fought in demon wars during a time when the world was profoundly led by them, leading to a different world of less supernatural demonic presence after winning. Wangari, the spirit, wore ancient clothing made of bronze that matched the color of her skin. She wore a diamond chain necklace and bracelet on both wrists made of the same diamonds.

Grandfather Drell had died about three hundred years ago, but she never bonded with another. For the witches – There would be Janina, Hesthes, Astrid, Coralynn, and Crystal. Mystra, Fyst, and Noriel were also slated to join us. An arm snaked around my waist, and a mouth was placed next to my ear. “You’re a superwoman. I’ve always admired your ability to get shit done. No idea how in the fuck you do it all, but you did a great job, babe.”

Jia's description of Zuri fits her well. A Glortinon female stands up next, but her name and the words she is saying are lost as soon as they exit her mouth. I am still hearing my dark princess's voice in my head. She sounded so passionate I could listen to her voice for hours. Nameless beauties continue to introduce themselves, but none of them grab me the way the female from Earth did. Not even the green goddess sitting across from me. Quiet conversation between some of the champions and the females begin to break out and disappointment hits me.

She saw herself walking in a pavilion made of clouds in the sky, where she chose her first spellbook. Enchantment. In her mind, the southern goddess of sensuality, the dark moon deity Minami, smiled upon her. Then came her secondary spell choices. She wanted to be powerful, like no other. And so, she chose the power of offence. Xiyu prayed to Minami to bless her at times when she felt she was at her weakest.

It seemed like the source of the mythology from his world had a basis. They were both stunned when a female faerie emerged from nowhere. She wore a white hooded swirling gown. Her delicate, serious face came to view when she removed the hood. A silver crown rested on her head, her skin was fair, and her hair was ash gray. Eleand could not miss her glowing ocean blue eyes that captivated him the most. “Welcome to Velidia,” said the blue-eyed faerie. Her voice was soothing. “Fariyah…” Winzi murmured.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."