Epic Fantasy Novels & Stories

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

"On the outside, not much to look at. They aren't buildings in the typical sense. They're large mounds of earth. But when you enter...it's like being in a whole city underground. Sithens are living representations of wild Magick. Rooms change, hallways take you to endless places, there are gardens and whole biomes." The carriage slowed to a stop, and Bailey pressed to the carriage door. Gemma was right. They were outside a huge mound of earth that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. There was a large round door set into the side of the hill. "Very Hobbit-chic." The door to the carriage opened suddenly and Bailey fell out into Tobin's arms. The heat she had felt with Beckett fanned into

Ah damn, she's even cuter than usual. I replied softly, "You're really stupid, of course I know." "You do? Then why would you say it? Do you...like me?" Megumi was still blabbering with her eyes barely open and could barely sit still. I said sincerely as I nodded even though she won't remember any of this, "I do." Megumi covers her mouth and was surprised, she said, "Aigoo, then are you my knight in shinging armor- or the guy who sacrifices himself to the killer to save the girl- kind of like? Ah crap, I'm sleepy."

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

Just want to say that before that, I was really into Xuanhuan, Cultivation stories (Chinese web novel genres), which was roughly translated/called Eastern Fantasy by many people. However, time came when I got tired of usual tropes. If you were familiar with the genre, you would know then how long the chapters were and how repetitive it could become. Also, I became a bit peeved that they called it Eastern Fantasy, when in fact there are just so much more about eastern fantasy than cultivation and Chinese mythologies. Eastern means the whole of Eastern part of the globe. My country, Philippines is definitely part of it. There are many other nations that are part of it. In short, it is not only

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on

“It did, however when Mazikeen was created because of Monar’s lust for as much power as he could get, the gods stepped in and created someone who could defeat Mazikeen. Me. I was created to grow in power just like how Mazikeen grows too but I am always to be a little ahead of him in level of power. I represents everything which Mazikeen oppose just as he represents everything I opposed but rather, I was not well versed in the issue and so the gods decided to punish not just me but also the world we came from. The name is the forgotten world is forever forgotten and if we want to remember… well I made it worse because how can we remember the name of a place which is supposed to be forgotten i

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

A happily ever after. The End