Fantasia Oscura Romane & Geschichten

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

Marissa had always been a dreamer, but tonight was different. As she drifted into slumber, her mind transported her to a world where reality blurred with the fantastical. In this dream, she found herself in a sprawling mansion that gleamed under the moonlight, its opulence a stark contrast to the dark intentions lurking within its walls. The white walls that were supposed to give a bright feeling, have off very eerie feelings but she took some steps further knowing very well that it was a revelation of some sort as her dreams had been far from normal since she became an Oscura.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

' But never mind. So she observed Frahisto leave again that night. He was dressed in a dark suit and shirt. She was tense. It appears to be completely hypnotized by fairies! She swiftly followed the young man, hoping he wouldn't notice her. Because she was aware of the man's keen senses, Odessa exercised extreme caution when moving and following him. She can see where Frahisto is walking because of the moon.

Lowena asked. "Same as yesterday, to celebrate you. It is rare to have hybrids, especially ones not deformed or warped in some form." "Really?" she paused. "Of course, cyclops, ogres, dark fairies that are so heinous you'd rather cut out your eyes once seeing past their glamour," he continued. "Glamour?" Lowena questioned. Before he could respond, a stunning, young, slender woman in a pink, ballerina-like outfit giddily pounced on Caspian like a little girl.

Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed. ​I turn quickly and Sassy follows. I round the corner and light fills in a few spots of the darkness, retaking its place as shops and small homes come into sight. I lean against the wall, shielding myself from an attack from behind as my lungs fill themselves once more with the air they'd been deprived of in that moment. I look around, desperate to reassure myself that I could see things around me. There was light here; it was okay to be here.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi