Fantasy Bedroom Novels & Stories

I glanced at the room around me. Nathan's bedroom was large. Large enough to accommodate a king-sized bed and still be so spacious, they could host a high school party. The walls were gray contrasting highly with the blackboard of the bed and its matching black duvet. White blankets peeked out from beneath the duvet, soft and sinuous. I could see us in my mind's eye tangled up beneath the thick fabric, breathing heavily against each other... "Fuuuuccck," I drawled out feeling my nipples poke through my damn shirt. The idiot had succeeded in turning me into a nympho.

Felix's bedroom has the look of every teenage boy except that he is not every teenage boy, he is Felix Shylin, the boy with the look of a demigod. The room is spacious enough with his huge bed in the bed and a big portrait of him hanging close to the door and his master's closet way down the north wing. The wall is painted white giving his room a bright look given that he is a lover of dark colors. Lazily and unbothered he went back to bed.

The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting ancient legends, their vibrant colors telling stories of bravery and loyalty. Tyler led us to a special room within the packhouse, and my breath caught in my throat as I stepped inside. It was gargantuan, larger than any bedroom I had ever seen. My eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece—a majestic four-poster bed, adorned with golden accents and fluorite gemstones. The colors danced and shimmered, casting a warm glow throughout the room. I stood there in awe, feeling like I had stepped into a fairy tale. This was my new reality, my new life. The existence I had once known had been shattered, and now I was here, surrounded by

“Sure as hell is now.” I shake my head and then pull Valeria into another nearby alley and take her hands in mine. I close my eyes and pull on my magic, feeling as it surrounds me and moves through my hands to surround Valeria. I speak my intent to my magic, willing it to come alive and do my bidding. I command my magic to reach out for one who can help; to bring me to someone in the castle who will heed my warning. I feel a tug in my gut and the air around us start to change and as I open my eyes I see us in an incredible and extravagant master bedroom. Shiny white marble floor with a painted gold seal that leads to an opulent queen size bed with metallic blue and silver bedding. The entire

I say to them. Before I know it, the witches are all in agreement about helping me make the perfect bedroom for Chelsea. They each have an idea of something that they would like to add to her room to add personal touches. Someone mentioned something about a unicorn, rainbows and other mythical creatures. At this rate, she is going to have the most magical room any little werewolf girl has ever had. It is going to be absolutely gorgeous and irresitible to her.

Even though Gerri had warned her, it caught her off guard to see everything changing to look like a giant dragon lair. The walls transformed into a stone texture, and the bedding and curtains turned shiny silver, covered with tiny, golden dragons. It was the bedroom of her dreams. She pulled out her green-and-gold stuffed dragon and laid it on the bed. There. Now it really looked like the best place to sleep. A knock sounded at the door. She yawned and sat at the edge of the bed, taking hold of her bed partner: her stuffed dragon, Hector. “Come in.” Gerri marched inside, glancing around the room with a grin.

I hissed through my teeth and grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward and dragging him inside, “You know what? I’m going to force you to drink that water now.” He chuckled, his steps falling in line behind me as we moved through the warm-lit hall into the kitchen. “Your brother's taste in home design hasn’t changed.” Kaidon murmured, glancing around with idle amusement, “Still looks like a fusion between a royal palace and a bachelor’s den.” “You should see his bedroom.” I said as I opened the fridge, “There’s literally a dragon-shaped lamp by his bedside. He swears it gives him ‘warrior dreams.’”

Blake crossed the large foyer, with the polished wood floors, sparkling chandelier overhead, and cream-colored walls, and climbed the stairs, shrugging out of his suit coat as he went. He made his way down the hallway and entered the third bedroom on the right. The bedroom was every little girl’s dream. The walls were cotton-candy pink, the carpet white and… plushy. Pink and white striped curtains covered the large window above the window seat. Toys filled a bookcase and spilled out of a chest. A tea set was arranged on a little table that had two chairs around it. The furniture was white and small. A small canopy bed covered with the same fabric as the window sat in one corner. It was on th

The more private the better. Well, what do you know, his bedroom. Great, I can just slit his throat and then leave. No one would know he's dead because they will all think he's sleeping. Giving me time to leave this filthy hell hole. Except it's not filthy at all. His bedroom looks like something out of a magazine. Grey, white, and black are the themes. The king-size bed has a grey duvet draped over it with two pillows resting against the headboard. There's a bedside table on each side with only a lamp sitting on it. I wonder why he'd need two bedside tables but I don't ask. He's also got a balcony and I'm about to go have a look at it when I remember that I'm not here to explore. I spin aro