Fantasy Classics Novels & Stories

Who would have known that riding a horse for so long would make my entire body stiffer than laying on the floor of a dirty dungeon. “Vampires.” He said as if it was obvious, and swung his arms around to stretch them out, mirroring my movements. “Strong ones by the looks of it, we were lucky to get out of there.” “Rouges, vampires, evil kings. What are we in, a fantasy novel?” I stared at him wide eyed, but he uncharacteristically rolled his eyes at me.

Apparently, Familiars were gifted with eyes that were able to see their master’s aurea, an energy special in every soul. It was the usual time of the day when Clara would be standing in front of the tall wall of ancient volumes in Zephyrus’ old palace library. A warm feeling came over her as she looked around. She had always loved the faintly sweet musty way that only a roomful of books smelled. She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages. The library back at Sierra had always been her escape, and Clara felt almost overwhelmed with relief as she realized that this one might offer the same sense of sanctuary.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

Miss Bolanle repeated herself and I sat up straight. 'I... I think...' I cleared my throat. 'I think they are necessary books to escape realities for a while. Books like that served as companions for most of while growing up.' She nodded and she started to say something else to the class. Classics were like my sanctuary while growing up. I was especially fond of Cinderella and Thumbelina's story. I actually thought a fairy godmother would appear or a swallow would turn up to fly me out of my big yet empty childhood. Miss Bolanle excused herself from the class even though we still had like 20 minutes more and the class broke into loud murmurs when she left. I started packing my books when I f

He would play the role of a tsundere, a Japanese term for a character development process that describes a person who is initially cold before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time. At the same time, he needs to focus on what he missed during the days he was out of classes. Good thing that he doesn’t really need to attend any classes as his identity of being a member of an ancient House in the academy exempts him from mandatory classes. Also, he has a good teacher beside him, it is none other than Lark and to add to the abundance of books the house collected, he actually has his personal study room. For practice, there is actually a separate room for that where he can conjure

"Your lord father never told it to you?" Bran shook his head. The day was growing old by then, and long shadows were creeping down the mountainsides to send black fingers through the pines. If the little crannogman could visit the Isle of Faces, maybe I could too. All the tales agreed that the green men had strange magic powers. Maybe they could help him walk again, even turn him into a knight. They turned the little crannogman into a knight, even if it was only for a day, he thought. A day would be enough.

I felt uncomfortable. “… there are only two of them. So, by default, they will go against each other. And with our water mages, there are 7. There will be two duels and a battle against three mages. There are twenty-six mages in total. 2 light, 7 water, 2 fire, 4 winds, 2 earth, 3 lightning, 2 spatial, 2 ice, 2 silver, 2 sound. There are different types of magics but only these magics stood out” he’s right. Some magic is really not meant to be used for battling. Although they could still be used on the battle ground, their magic usually can’t keep up to those who have primary magics like me. That’s how unfair magic is. Like snow magic, it can be use to attack enemies but it does not stand a

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If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.