Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

says Sister Margareth through her sobs. When she finally calms down, I brush the tears away from her freckled face. “I am doing great. Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine.” as I tell her this, I am secretly hoping that I am right, that Juliet, wherever she is right now, is really okay right now. The girl has been through a lot. Someone like her deserves every bit of happiness. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, although everything seems odd and hazy now, it will be explained in the end. Just pay in mind that this is a fantasy story, anything could happen (;

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

She was bewildered by the big crystal chandeliers above the ceiling, as well as the big space that this room occupied. ‘Realm? Is this the same like the fantasy novel that I'd read before?’ She asked herself. Aside from being bullied when she was young, she was also obsessed with stories. Specially with fantasy genres. That’s why she became a novelist due to her passion. Although she was not familiar with his world, but she was somewhat comfortable as long as Diamond is with her. It was as if he would protect her at all cause. Well, hopefully. “What---How?!” She automatically ran towards a small table from the left side where a picture of a man and woman was being displayed.

The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost. He couldn’t understand how but after almost an hour of walking down the corridors toward the tower of Earth he still couldn’t get close to it. This made him frustrated, the more time passed by the stronger the feeling of jealousy built up in his chest. He realized that this could only be because of magic, similar to an illusion, there is a magic spell that can distort someone else sense of direction. He stopped walking and paused and decided to speak,

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

Some of my readers demanded the second book of my Action-Romance novel, but I told them to wait for that day because I’m doing something important and it’s connected to that book which they understood right away. Some of my readers suggested that I write a Fantasy novel, but I told them that I couldn’t for now because it’s not my forte and I’m not good at fantasy books. Although I wanted to try, I didn’t want to take the risk. It’s too impossible for me to do that because it feels like it’s kinda hard to finish the fantasy novel because I have no clue what type of fantasy I should focus on. If it’s a werewolf, vampire, wizard, fairy, mermaid, or whatever creature it is.

"What book did you get?" ​"The Name of the Wind," he fills in, his voice instantly losing its strained edge. "It's a fantasy." ​"I would've pegged you more for a horror type of guy," I reply with a raised brow, my surprise evident. "Fantasy would have never crossed my mind." ​"Horror stories aren't realistic enough," he replies, his answer only furthering my confusion. "Nothing really is unless it's a true story. So, I drift toward the complete opposite. I know fantasy isn't supposed to be realistic, so it's tolerable."