Fantasy-comedy Novels Outside Discworld Novels & Stories

“None of them seem like they’re about to start a war.” “I haven’t exactly started making friends either.” I frown. Candace and Eva have been consuming my thoughts. Worse, half the kingdoms seem like they’re run by a pack of toddlers, and the other half are so uptight I’d be surprised if they didn’t have an ancestral stick for jamming up their asses. Father’s right, Snowcrest really is the only place with the right balance. “Really?” Zain smirks. “I heard a rumor you’re writing a book on Escuro, which is funny because I’m only half sure you remember how to write.”

Not even close. What kind of fantasy world was this man living in?

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

But today he was here reading Infernal Devices with me, although he was getting upset every minute because of the fantasy content of the book. “Ugh, wizards and vampires? That doesn’t even exist, this book must be for children, that’s all,” he said, which made me laugh at his reaction. "What'll I do? I have this fantasy spirit inside me,” I respond. He snorted and commented, “Women,” but it wasn't like he wasn't having fun too.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

After all, I was new to the area. I really just wanted to get to know Chloe. I remember one night we were talking. I was explaining I was half djinn and I asked her, "What would you wish for Chloe? Out of all the things in the world. Money, clothes, friends, cars... A lifetime supply of candy?”

They started talking, with a language I couldn't comprehend. There was no way to escape, we were sorrounded. It would be a suicide to even think of running. What have I gotten myself into? What is this place? Who are this people? How did I get here? The questions kept on coming, its wearying my mentality. I couldn't remember meeting creatures with orbs that had different colors. Except cats and dogs, but theirs were yellow, purple and red. It wasn't a contact lens. The blonde hairs were long, almost reaching the middle part of their backs. They have pointed ears as well. Those attribute weren't of man.