Fantasy Farm Novels & Stories

Due to constant farm work he always had on bandages, not due to injuries or anything since his mother always healed him, but because he was more comfortable when working with them. Feral brushed his teeth, rinsed his hands and legs before throwing on his farm wear and moving outside to get ready for another day of work. On reaching outside his house was a stunning sight, right in front of the little manor he stayed in was a medium-sized garden filled with only flowers and vegetables, twirling flowers, crawling ones, ones as tall as trees mingled with lovely vegetables of various sizes and shapes, large pumpkins, glowing tomatoes, green spinaches, and broccoli, ripened onions hidden within th

“Can we go now?” “Have a nice holiday, Christie! I’ll call you! I love you!” Mom yelled after me. I didn’t answer. ** The drive was long and humid. Outside the window, the city faded into flat, dusty stretches of land. The “farm city” was basically just one long main road lined with rusted wire fences, old wooden barns, and vast fields of golden corn and greenery. The people working on the farms wore large straw hats, shielding them from the scorching heat of the sun. Everywhere smelled faintly of manure and dry grass.

The once-vibrant landscapes were now marred by signs of decay, as if the very essence of the realm was being consumed by a malevolent force. The inhabitants of the realm, from mystical creatures to noble beings, whispered of unsettling occurrences. Crops withered, waters turned murky, and even the stars in the night sky seemed to lose their sparkle. Fear and uncertainty gripped the hearts of those who called this realm home.

he smiles, taking my helmet from me and placing it on the back of the bike. "Yeah, we should do a ride in the daylight, out to The Farm," I tell him in excitement. The Farm is a place, about forty minutes from where we live, with beautiful gardens and heaps of animals. It's like a zoo, but much less confined and restricted. "Sure, we can do that," he assures me. I remove my gloves and he does the same. My fingers now smell like leather, but I don't mind too much. He reaches for my hand and I subtly wipe my palms on my jeans, before taking his offer, not wanting him to see my hands are clammy.

"I guess we had enough time earlier for our rest. At this moment, I want you to know what your tasks are today, but before that, I just want to tell you that all those who come to us from your company have also gone through what you went through. The most challenging thing is helping us here at the farm. I also want to inform you that this farm became our support system when the Greyford Empire's budget for the children and for us managers at the orphanage was delayed to be sent on the orphanage's account." I just saw this side of Ester. In addition to being funny, she speaks well, as if she were an anchor, so she grabbed my attention. "This is a large farm of the orphanage; there is a garde

Angela gave him a quick look before opening it and leading him inside. He didn’t believe what he saw. He was not very surprised but the size of everything was fascinating. He was surprised to see a farm and a barn of animals. Crops like wheat, maize, potato, tomato, onions, mushrooms, and other crops were planted in the vast land provided for them. They had cows, goats, chickens, and pigs. They looked fat, well-fed, and satisfied. The chickens were laying eggs now and then. Everything looked like it was going well for the Bells. They had food and once there’s food, there’s comfort.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

Orion suggested and they all agreed Staircases lined the walls of the hill, cut into terraces to make more space for farming. Cows, chickens, ducks, pigs, and goats, running freely around the farm. “Good morning, Beta” one of the farmers came forward wishing Makeala. His eyes then widened before he reconstructed his sentence “I mean, morning Mrs.Beta” he pretended that Makeala’s surname is beta. They then split up into parts of the farm. Orion followed Selena to pluck the beans.

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

His feet moved up and down and his hand jangled on a lever between the seats while he turned the vehicle with a steering wheel! “What?” He looked amused again and I quickly turned my attention to the road in front. We turned onto a tarred part of the road and that alone made me wonder what the freaking hell! How did we go from their slightly backward camp to a paved road? I looked out of the window, trying my best not to seem curious, and soon the woods disappeared behind us and turned into open grassland. Then I saw it! Farmland! We had farms in our kingdom that supplied food to the dhampir colonies, and I immediately recognized the types of grain that was growing! There was no way that I w