High Fantasy Stories

With Ganondorf's defeat, Midna is ready to bade farewell to Link and Zelda. But not before she gives them one hell of a goodbye.

After Toffee's defeat, Jackie notices that Marco can't get over Mewni and is ready to break up with him for his own good. Wanting her to understand him, Marco decides to take her there just so she can see what a crazy magical place it is. But after Jackie gets a look at Moon, she feels very tingly inside and is ready to let out her inhibitions with the princess herself.

The Lunar Dungeon of the Siren's Call is a cursed labyrinth buried deep within a mountain, hidden by perpetual moonlight. Once a sanctuary of mystical sirens, it has become a trap for those who dare seek its rumored treasures. The sirens' haunting song lures adventurers into a web of deception, where reality warps and shadows come alive. The dungeon’s secrets are guarded by vengeful spirits and ancient magic, forcing those who enter to face their darkest fears and most twisted desires.

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In the frozen wasteland surrounding Frosthaven, a desperate band of adventurers ventures into the treacherous Spectral Dungeon of Chill to retrieve the cursed Frost King’s Crown, a relic that could either save their town or doom it. As they struggle to survive, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and the true cost of the crown’s power becomes horrifyingly clear. The final battle against the Wraith King forces them to make a harrowing choice that will determine the fate of Frosthaven.

Arriving at Meve's court with Villem in tow, Count Caldwell seeks mercy at Meve's feet. In return she finds satisfaction from him, in more ways than one.

The eponymous owner of Rin's Travel Agency has a special treat for the more lovely travelers that stop by his establishments. Seeing Lulu, he springs his trap.

The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A