Creating A Fantasy World Novels & Stories

Back to when I was just Aria, daughter of Robert, student with dreams. "Fantasy," I say slowly. "Magic. Worlds that don't exist. Escape." "Then write that. Create a world where bonds are celebrated. Where love is simple. Where people don't have to fight to exist." "You think I can?" "I think you survived Adrian Hayes. Writing a book should be easy in comparison." It's not easy. But over the next hour, I manage three paragraphs. Three paragraphs about a girl who discovers magic and a boy who teaches her to use it. Nothing profound. Nothing publishable. But words on a page that aren't about trauma.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

“If it doesn’t end with me sprinting for my life, sure.” Her eyes glittered. “All stories end with running. But this one begins with a world.” And she began. Nytherra, she said, wasn’t born like Earth. It was woven. The gods stitched it from shadow and storm, flame and silence, hoping to balance what had always been chaos. Wolves were given dominion over stone and sky, fae over frost and illusion, mages over the breath of air. Together they built a realm bristling with power. But when mortals slipped through cracks between realms, Nytherra grew restless. Mortals reminded the old powers of what they’d lost—fragility, brevity, hunger for meaning.

Then it passed and his face was open again. “Sit down and listen to my story. Then I will let you move onto where you need to go,” he said. Leo didn’t see that he had much of a choice in the matter so he sat down next to the man underneath the tree. “Are you going to start at the beginning?” he asked. The man who was like Nocturne, but also not Nocturne smiled lightly. “Naturally. You can ask questions if you like,” he replied. “The story starts with an entity. He was bored and created a world. At first there was nothing but nature in it. The entity quickly grew bored of just watching over plants and animals so he added humans to it.”

” “Ooh, so what you're saying is there's a whole different world just for magical beings, just like the human world?” “Yes dear” “So this school…Oakwood school is in this mystical world?” “That is correct” “So how do we get to this world? Are we gonna take a plane or…” “Haha no child. It's a whole different world, we can't get there by human means. I'll create a portal that will haul us straight to the mystical land.” He explained. “Ooh, that makes more sense,” I said, nodding my head in understanding.

She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world. Once she had the Word document open, however, she found she couldn’t concentrate. She sat there, staring at the screen, staring at the last few sentences which were waiting for her to continue the tales. The words didn’t come. Her mind was blank. No, that was a lie. Her mind wasn’t blank.

After that, she decided to get her plans into action. She shifted into her human form and then created a Zimicah that had been there before their fight. The one he will die in. She created illusions that depicted everything that was on it. The beautiful trees and animals. She added some of her imagination to make things more interesting. She made the trees colourful, and the birds colourful as well. She made houses to be in the middle of some kind of forest. And her work looked really beautiful. The cave which had been black and filled with nothing had suddenly transformed into a beautiful, dreamy world. A land she had created herself.

He looked at her. "It was imagined." The world expanded. Mountains formed. Oceans appeared. Cities rose. Forests covered the land. Millions of people appeared. Then they disappeared. The world changed again. Another version. Then another. Another. Thousands of worlds appeared and vanished in seconds. Liana realized what she was watching. "Dreams." The First Light nodded. "The First Dream is creating." "But those worlds aren't real." "Not yet." Liana looked at the Heart. "Then what happens if it decides they should be?"

“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

Chase said. "In fact, the layers of these worlds seem to borrow heavily from Earth. Take the first level, for example. The jackal-men and rabbit-girls seemed strange to you, right? And then the second level's kingdoms and dark wizards, those might seem weird at first glance too. "But if you've ever read or heard of Western-style fantasy novels, you'd know these worlds fall short of true fantasy. In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions.