A Fantasy Story Novels & Stories

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

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“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

The words flowed effortlessly, transporting me far away from my worries and responsibilities. Time slipped away as I lost myself in the story. I flipped through the pages eagerly, savoring each sentence, each paragraph. It was a fantasy novel…one of those tales where magic and danger danced hand in hand, where heroes rose from the shadows to save kingdoms from darkness. The protagonist was fierce, brave, and clever…everything I wished I could be in moments of doubt. Her journey felt like my own in some strange way, as though I could see pieces of myself reflected in her struggles and triumphs.

Everyone likes to arrive early in the week, and by Thursday they’re already off on their adventures. Social media is too dangerous for someone like me who doesn’t want to be found, so I stick to books for entertainment. I’m enjoying an epic fantasy story when the door opens and the bell chimes, but what makes me freeze like a deer in headlights is the scent. A man walks in who is tall dark and handsome. He’s a wolf, and he doesn’t carry the stench of a rogue.

Dekk turned to his formless guard and commanded they take me outside the castle gates and leave me there to die. Shaking my head I return to the present situation I am in. Saved by Roghd and his son Jace. Jace grabbed my arm just moments after the castle’s gates were shut on me. The father and son had been living in the oak savannah that surrounded the castle all their lives. As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045