Creating A Fantasy World Novels & Stories

said Astrapi, “But it was once real.” Astrapi tells her the story of the One World, and as he speaks cities rise and land forms bridges across the vast water. She and Astrapi walk across the newly formed lands, travelling leagues in an instant, like gods. Forests spring up from the lands and buzz with the sounds of creatures. Last, they find the people. They are tall and their skins glow all the shades of the earth. They are well fed and their robes rustle, resplendent with wealth and the bounty of the earth.

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.

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.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.