Novel & Cerita Best Fictional Worlds To Live In

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“You said that the shifters were here first. Like, before the European settlers came over, right?” He nodded, “Our people have been here as long as the North American Natives. We evolved from the same peoples.” “Then do you know if your people have any stories about…maybe not utopian, but societies where true free cities, where all species did live in tandem with one another. Not just a central two monopolizing resources while the others duke it out for just enough to stay afloat.” “La Isla de las Estrellas, or Isla Estrella for short. The island of the Stars,” he nodded. “It’s just a myth, though. Kind of like Atlantis.”

"It's a bit boring world compared here because humans have a lot going on in their world, while ours is always peaceful, orderly, and serene. Sometimes the stillness of our world is suffocating and I need to visit your world to experience the best of both worlds. You won't understand me unless you can visit my world." "Wow! What an interesting world you had , Magnus! I would love to visit that place one day to see Tabitha again. But you must promise me that you will bring me back here in my world, because I don't have any intention to stay in your world. I may be an orphan with nothing to my name but the human world is still the best place for me to live," I said, shifting my attention to th

I argue, “On Earth, we have war, pollution, starvation, and pain. It is full of inequities. Nothing is balanced.” “It isn’t perfect,” she admits. “But it isn’t as bad as it could be. Maybe things are not quite peaceful, but imagine a world where entire continents are burned to ash and all humans, wolves, and witches are enslaved to the whims of the warlocks while the daemon holds the keys to the shadow roads, keeping the fae locked in Tara.” “I get it, WWIII and global warming mixed with a whole lot of hellfire,” I joke. “Apocalypse, Ragnarok etc etc.”

“If the world begs you to lead… will you let it dream?” Liora stiffened. “What does that mean?” “In my world, I wrote peace,” her double said. “I ended war. I outlawed death. I made everything safe. Controlled.” “But not free.” “No,” the Other Queen whispered. “Because freedom leaves room for monsters.” Liora’s flame stirred. “And control turns people into ghosts.” With a wave of her hand, the Other Queen split the air between them, A window into her reality shimmered to life: Perfect cities. Wolves who never shifted without permission, Children born with sigils already written on their skin.

Not even close. What kind of fantasy world was this man living in?

Not then. Nytherra opened like a book, and the world wrote in it. At first, they lived as if apocalypse had taught them nothing. The wolves built no walls and trusted the wind. The fae built nothing but walls and trusted no one. The witches found a cliff beside a waterfall and carved a city into the stone with spells and stubbornness. It gleamed at sunset like a blade and a promise. The Valkyries threw up halls that were more like songs than architecture—vast spaces built to echo victory. The giants chose the far north, where ice was thick enough to stand memory on, and stamped citadels into the permafrost until their doorways were as tall as storm clouds. Kitsune claimed the east, where bam

The rule is that there is no rule, only the law of the strongest and nothing else. Just like heaven, hell has several floors and the further you go down, the more you lose your humanity and assert your strength. These kinds of people do not consider today's society as their own. No, they created their own world and the police and any authority figures have no business getting involved and they don't. In truth, the worst criminals in the world have never set foot in prison. In the Dark World there are no weaklings, they die even before the start. There are just hyenas, bears, wolves, tigers, panthers and lions.

“Of course, I read books, you know. Some stories say that fireflies indicate the presence of elementals, and others say that they are lost souls looking for the pathways towards the afterlife.” “And do you believe such stories?” “Sir, it’s a myth. A fantasy. It isn’t real.” “But what if they’re real? What if there is a different world that lies somewhere out there?” Steffy was quiet for a moment. “Yes, there are two worlds, Sir Greg. And only the other one holds complete power and absolute wealth.” “What about the other world?” “I won’t say much about it. That world is full of filth and poverty. No one from the first world would ever desire to tread in there… but of course, sometimes a man s