Fantasy Character Ideas Novels & Stories

In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions. "They'd be organized, with ranks and systems. Geographically, you'd find sprawling human kingdoms and cities while the wilderness would hold tribes, wandering beasts, monsters, and wildfolk. "Races wouldn't just include humans and beastmen—there'd also be elves, dark elves, dwarves, and many others. But here, it's all lacking. "The third level, with its modern world, was more like my actual Earth. But even then, the whole world only showcased a single city. There were barely any interactive characters. You must've sensed how hollow it felt."

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

“Could be a werewolf. Could be a human. Could be a mage. Could be a rogue shifter with a tragic backstory.” He makes a face. “Can you not say the words ‘tragic backstory’ like they’re an aphrodisiac?” I grin. “Could be a dark sorcerer with a redemption arc.” He groans. “Scarlett.” “Could be a librarian with strong forearms,” I continue my musings. “Oh my gods—stop.” I cackle, falling back into the grass again. “You’re just like Dad.” Chris scoffs. “That’s low.” It’s not. Our dad is awesome. “But accurate,” I tease.

“That’s terrifying.” “Yeah. And Bryon’s no better,” Lotanni added. “His bloodline specializes in body reinforcement. Turns his body into stone, pretty much. Fast and durable. Not someone I’d want in the ring.” Nyomei exhaled sharply. “And let’s not forget—they’ve got these magic abilities through charms. Royal ones. Enchanted by high-rank mages.” “Wait, that's true. I thought werewolves couldn’t use magic?” Bainer asked.

Plus, she knew she would be with Egon once she’s become a better version of herself and it made her feel good. -Have you built your own world? I have built my own world but not the modern part. I did my world building in the fantasy realm. The modern world is the same as ours but I created a fantasy world myself. We didn’t get to explore more of it in this books and barely saw some glimpses of it. Blood Bound has more detail of the realm of magic and I guess a full introduction to the magical world would come in a book based in that realm. There is a book I want to write about it. In Between a lycan and a wolf we got to see magic spirits though, I didn’t get to introduce them in Blood Bound

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

About Fury. I’d never heard a version of how Beasts came to be that originated from a true wolf wishing to be human enough that a fey king had granted him his heart’s desire…partially. It seemed inconceivable. But then, I’d seen mages pull trees up from the root. Hawk to be specific. I, more than anyone, knew that one could be limited only by their imagination if they had enough power to fuel their energy. Which, unfortunately, is sporadic for me.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

, she states. “Yeah, that would be great actually. But could I ask, why not the boys?”, I say then ask. “Well we know that one is a vampdragon and the other is going to be a werewolf; they’ll either have a siren or mermaid mate.”, she says. “But…” “Please trust me on this.” “Alright.” She smiles before continuing, “I have some fingerlings, that will be a little older than your boys and I would love it if they would be able to be your boys' protectors?”

The weird calm wind passed through the gap between Akshara and Karen with a howling sound to hinder the unspoken thoughts shared. Akshara laughed, it sounded weird to everyone and she replied to him, “Until your death? I came to know many facts about fantasy creatures… sorry, beings recently. They are slow by age and death, unlike me, humans. I will perish soon before you dead… then why do you choose me? Why do you want to spend the rest of your valuable life with me?” Karen looked at her while calming all raging storms inside his mind and told her in soulless words, “Same can happen with that dragon too. Still, you choose him over me, why?”