Adventure Story Novels & Stories

Fear. “Hey.” Jion called out but she was as if manipulated into immobility by the painting she was staring. He raised his head upon the painting and saw a great creation of Gadianton, the present king in the east kingdom, where the place was surrounded with lots of merciless robbers on its every borders. The painting told a tale about the barbaric slaughter of a prince. His chariot dying along with him on his travel towards his own kingdom where his princess waited earnestly for his comeback.

I let out a hum as I tapped my finger on my lips. “I would be an explorer. I’d travel all the realms, looking for new treasures and learning the ways of their people. I’d return home with the craziest tales. Everyone would sit around the fire with anticipation, waiting to hear a new story from my adventures. I would be Imelda the great, the one who’s seen it all and lived to talk about it.” I let out a sigh of disappointment. I looked over at Audra, her gaze set on the sky above us.

Once upon a time, in a different country, there lived a girl who wanted an adventure and dreamed of escaping from marrying someone who she didn't want to be with. So naturally, everyone at school thought that she would be prosperous and happy. But they have no idea what will happen, and they have no clue that the good fairy is watching the girl whose name is Belle Rose.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Natasha asked. Astridah hesitated, but when the pressure of keeping the information to herself, she finally broke down and said; “Promise that you won’t tell anyone that I told you this?” “I promise,” Natasha said. “There is a rumour going around that Luyando and the CEO are not biologically related. People say that she was adopted…and that she…she…that she is actually in-love with her brother.” Natasha busted out laughing. “And you believe that nonsense Astridah?” She asked.

---that is an example, he travels around the world in just a year. “Dear, glad you asked.” He excitedly rested both of his arms on his stall, fixing his glasses. “My tour this year is splendid, have I told you about a dragon-lady who unexpectedly falls for her enemy or about the Saga of a heroic human who changed the world?” He paused, “Have I also told about the romantic story of this young despicable boy who got smitten by this beautiful innocent girl full of life, and about a crown prince who sailed three seas to explore those hundreds of islands, just to fall in love with the native chief’s daughter?”

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

He asked, moving away from the counter and approaching me. “Well, I’m not sure, something really interesting?” I answered as we both walked to the shelves. “You’d prefer romance then?” He further raised. “No, definitely not romance. Something more exciting…” “I thought all ladies love a good romance story.” He added, and I shook my head. “Definitely not me.” “The Odyssey by Homer.” I heard another voice behind us. It happened to be a handsome young man. I had no idea we had company. “Adventure,” I responded, and he nodded.