Fantacy Novels & Stories

I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well. The witch seems to follow my line of sight, as she quickly reaches beneath the map and pulls out another paper, except this one is small and light, and contains a rough sketch of what looks like some ancient, forsaken building. “It is the forbidden Castle,” she says, rolling the sheet and placing it beside a pile of heavy, dusty books at the edge of the table. “These tell tales of a once flourishing Castle spelled a long time ago by one of my irate ancestors, Marina,” Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.

I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all sort of creatures. While the witches in our realm, engage more in spells, potions/herbs, tricks and magics, theirs’ entail more in dark arts manipulation and visions.

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

] Variant name: Fantasia 2R Seraphim Original Manufacturer: Kezia Armaments Weight Classification: Light Recommended Role: Aerial Marksman Performance improvement: 17% Overall evaluation: The Fantasia 2R Seraphim features a superior aerial performance at a horrible cost. Its performance in close-ranged combat has been sacrificed for powerful long-ranged firepower. The mech is able to outperform its opponents as long as it has energy to spare, which isn't much. The Seraphim further shines out due to its attractive appeal.

I felt myself being lifted off the ground, felt myself being pulled into some kind of vortex or whirlpool. I tried to cry out, to scream for help. But my voice was trapped in my throat, unable to escape. I was powerless, helpless, as I was sucked deeper and deeper into the unknown. As I tumbled through the darkness, I caught glimpses of strange and fantastical creatures. I saw beings made of pure light, their forms shifting and flowing like liquid. I saw creatures with multiple limbs, their bodies twisting and contorting in impossible ways. And I saw Brigitte, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. She was laughing, her voice echoing through the void like a madwoman's cackle.

Once in decades, or sometimes even after centuries, a Golden Fairy takes birth, and with her arrival, the balance of the supernatural world subtly shifts. Golden Fairies are not only blessed with unmatched beauty; they possess immense elemental and divine power. Their magic is pure, ancient, and dangerously powerful—capable of healing lands, awakening dormant forces, or destroying entire realms if misused. Unlike ordinary fairies, their powers do not depend solely on training or spells; their magic flows naturally through their blood, responding to emotions, intentions, and destiny itself.

His presence wasn’t loud, yet no one dared speak while he stood. Dressed in rich royal blue, every inch of him screamed regality, right down to his shining leather shoes. He stood before his pact—his chosen allies—not a pack. Enigmas could not hold other Enigmas in a traditional pack. Instead, they formed Pacts: elite alliances of power forged through synchronized pheromones. A ritual of dominance and mutual respect, where two high-ranking Enigmas bind their aura to others, marking them with a bond deeper than blood.

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She drifted off to the distant sound of the fountains below, the steady rhythm of their breathing, and the persistent, delicious ache between her legs. She was already wet again in her dreams. The city glittered beyond the glass—endless lights, endless possibility. And she had only just begun to gamble.