Cottagecore Fantasy Novels & Stories

It guided me toward my destination, a remote cottage hidden deep within the heart of the forest. I approached the cottage and stood at the door of it before knocking twice on the door. Alexander, opened the door revealing the absolutely wild scene in front of my eyes. Alexander sat in the middle of the couch, two women sitting on the either side of him, as Alex surrendered himself to those. This cottage is a forbidden place, people should not be brought here and Alex, my dear friend right here broke the fucking rule. The women were wearing two piece bikini as if it is some sort of swimming pool party and not a menacing forest.

We both entered the door laughing. The interior of the cottage is nothing short of luxurious. It's a mixture of wood and stone. It looks all-natural, but it also offers the warmth and comfort of modern furniture. Six single-seater armchairs and a round center table completed the interior, which is adorned with throw pillows and woolen blankets. On the far end of the room, a collection of small trinkets is displayed on the shelves on either side of the fireplace. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head before turning to Nico, “Now tell me, whose house is this, Nico?”

Deep in the thickets of the forest stood a lonely cottage bathing under the silvery light of the full pearly moon. The cottage is small and bore not many decorations but it is lovely and peaceful, though it is not as grand as the extravagant houses down the village it has a homely feel to it and child-like charms making it radiate a comfortable aura.

Of course she knew. “Sure,” I answer, returning her smile before following her toward the cottage. Inside, the cottage is something out of a dream, scary, yet beautiful enough to hold me still. Herbs dangle from the beams like sleeping bats, jars glow faintly along the shelves, and the air hums with a strange, rich scent. In the middle of it all, Finny kneels. A body lies before her, vague in the flickering light, shadow eating at its features. Runes circle them both, glowing like embers, alive and moving, as her chanting rolls through the air, wrapping the room in magic.

After hours and hours, we finally arrived at a very small and old-looking cottage with a light flame coming out of the rooftop. The cottage stood isolated in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and a sense of eerie silence. It appeared to be straight out of a fairy tale, with its weathered wooden exterior and a thatched roof. The flickering flame on the rooftop added to its mysterious aura. As we approached the cottage, a faint aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, making it clear that someone inhabited the place. The front door was slightly ajar, inviting us to enter. Leon, who seemed to know his way around, led the group inside.

Deep in the woods of Argania, one lovely cottage is to be seen by some lucky travelers wandering the mysterious forest that they almost thought it consists of magical beings. But the truth is, one humble family lives here away from the people of the land. Flowers and vines almost succumb the property making it very mesmerising through naked eye. Each day, the cottage will be filled with blueberry pie scent inviting some of the gentle animals that is with them in the woods. It seems like the owners of this property likes baking stuff like this.

and finally the last of them was the innocent, easygoing Dopey, he was a gentle, friendly lad with mild learning difficulties, a willing hard worker who just needed a little extra help to be shown what he had to do, his real name was Dave and the others protected him fiercely. They all knew the rest of the miners meant no harm using their nicknames, they grew so used to it that they even used the names themselves. When they discovered the cottage by chance while out for their weekend hike, it was run down and only had three bedrooms. It came with plenty of land around it and was isolated which is what they wanted, they hated the way people watched them all the time. They were a curiosity, se

I knew I had to speak to him soon. Luckily I didn’t have to answer the question because Corey informed us that we had reached her house. The cottage was small with a dark brown thatched roof and a light brown exterior, even from outside I could feel the homily vibes the house was giving out. Walking down a small pathway, flowers decorating either side, I saw flickering candle lights from the windows.

asked Carmen, noticing the gasp that had escaped her. “It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it properly in the daylight.” “It is indeed beautiful,” Carmen smiled. “There are a couple of things you should know about your new home. First of all, we live quite simply. Old-fashioned, you would probably call it. Our coven is self-sufficient, we have no electricity, we farm our own food, make our own clothing, and we all pitch in and contribute.” “We don’t do any of it without the help of a little magic, though,” added Julian with a chuckle.

I muttered, and he suddenly held onto my body. “Don’t be sorry, Cat, it wasn’t your fault, and I am sure she is happy that you’re the one who gained her heart, our Luna’s heart.” He whispered to my ears as I begin to cry in his arms. When the night came, Elm need more time to recuperate, we decided to leave him in the hotel, while Zahra, Ash, and Monarda accompany us to Sergei Coven. Acacia and her mate, Dianthus, were already waiting at the front door. The coven is a Victorian gothic-style mansion with old and new characteristics. We enter the mansion and get escorted into the basement. I was a bit surprised to see the basement is more modern than the mansion itself.