Fantasy Bedroom Novels & Stories

We aren’t a witch. ‘It hurts like hell though!’ Raine was foaming at the mouth. I sighed and tried to take better stalk of my surroundings. It was a fairly plain bedroom. The furniture was slightly mismatched but all of it was dark wood. There was a door partially open on the right side that was a bathroom, the light on was the only light in the room. On the wall to the left looked like sliding doors for a closet. As much as it was sparse, it did look lived in. There was a laundry basket in the corner that was partially full. A couple books were scattered around the different tables as well.

But it won’t be anything like Belinda’s elegant sweet sixteen birthday ball. Once I’m done setting up the tables, I sneak upstairs and hide behind Belinda’s large closet to watch her and her friends get ready. Belinda’s room is what I imagine a princess’ room looks like. It has a large white wooden four-poster bed with a royal blue Fleur de Lis pattern on the headrest. Her bedspread is royal blue and purple, with a lot of pillows laying snuggly over it. The walls are painted a light butter yellow. There are several white wardrobes and dressers, along with a royal purple fainting couch near the window. She has a large balcony that opens up to the backyard patio. And a large closet bigger than

It’s a few doors down from the blue room where Mona had brought her earlier. A magnificent four-poster dominates the dark green room. Made of the same highly polished wood as the piano, the bed is just as intricately carved. The flames in the fireplace cast flickering shadows over the carvings. Above the mantelpiece there’s a painting of the house and the surrounding countryside, and at the far end of the room stands an immense wardrobe in the same wood as the bed. On every wall are shelves covered in books and curios, but Danica’s gaze is drawn to the nightstand where the little dragon night-light sits.

Sleepily I went to roll over only to be constricted somehow from doing so. At the feeling of not being able to move my eyes shot open. It was nighttime, but the interior of the bedroom hut was softly illuminated by candlelight. Wildly my eyes took in the fact that my hands were bound off loosely to the headboard. Taino wasn’t in the room, but his two wives were. I tried to sit up, but Winastra’s hand to my chest pushed me back down.

I blurt. She blinks rapidly and throws her arm out toward a pointed arch doorway. “Your bedroom is this way.” We climb a stone spiral staircase, small, rectangular stained-glass windows following our path up. We’re in one of the towers. I’m literally imprisoned in a tower. At the top of the stairs, a half-circle bedroom decorated in the same modern-medieval style waits for me, complete with a huge bed with a wooden canopy, rose-colored curtains, and enough mattresses that it might actually be from the story about the princess and the pea. The thick ivory duvet matches the plush carpet and pillows in various shades of rose and gold take up easily half of the bed. There’s another fireplace her

"Thank you very much." He skips off back to his parents. With my big bag I walk into my new bedroom. It was dark when I opened the door. I search the wall for a light switch. My hand touches it. I switch it on. My eyes are met with a beautiful room. There is a beautiful bed with a gold framing and a deep red cover with silk patterns of red roses all over it. The whole wall beside it was made out of glass. Huge curtains drapping on the sides. This is insane. This is my bedroom? There was a fire place placed at the end of the room across from the bed. A table against the wall with a giant mirror on it. This is a room fit for a princess. Surely this is not my room? There must be a mistake right

Each step echoed in the silent halls, amplifying the sense of otherworldly stillness. They finally arrived at a large, ornate door, which he pushed open to reveal a lavishly furnished room. The room was spacious, with a grand canopy bed draped in rich, dark fabrics. A large fireplace crackled with a blue fire, casting a warm, inviting glow. The furniture was made of dark wood, intricately carved with scenes of demon folklore. Soft rugs covered the floor, and a table in the corner was set with a variety of exotic fruits and delicacies.

He leads me up the grand staircase along a corridor, before opening another door and leading me inside. I gasp as I step into the fairytale bedroom, inside the massive room an ornate bed sits in the centre, covered in luxurious dark pink velvet, its four posters draped in delicate silk. “This is beautiful” Halturian smiles before opening another door, “The bathrooms through here,” I step inside and look at the enormous sunken round bath with a sigh, sitting down on the side of the tub feeling my aching muscles. Halturian turns to look at me as he says

Smelt like freshly baked bread and felt cozy. The house was dark; the only light was the fireplace in the living room. Both Audra and I walked down the narrow hallway entering her room. A king-size bed sat in the middle of her room. Two Fae lights glowed softly, letting off enough light to make sure we didn’t trip. Her walls were deep purple—white accents throughout the room. Audra went into her bathroom as I crawled into her oversized bed. It was huge for just one person, but since she was an only child Uncle Drake and Aunt Rachel always went over the top. The Fae lights faded out, and her ceiling lit up with all the constellations of the night sky. The ceiling had a spell cast on it, so it