Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

By midnight, she couldn’t sleep. The golden glow beneath her skin flickered erratically when she closed her eyes. And when she finally drifted into uneasy rest— She dreamed of falling. Not the fall of Lucifer. Her own. The sky above her wasn’t heaven’s white. It was gold cracking apart. Her wings — those radiant extensions of her power — splintered midair. Feathers of fire turning to ash. Below her waited nothing. No earth. No ground. Just a vast consuming dark. And as she fell, she heard a voice whisper:

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name." I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine. What's my name?" "When I was a teenager, I used to think about this guy, he was four years older than me. He was beautiful."

She had wanted to write a Fantasy novel to break away from her writer's block or rather the huge boredom she had developed from writing too much romance. Well maybe the strange creature lurking in her dreams may have also inspired he rash decision but was she going to tell Ray? No. She was going to write Fantasy gor sure. Maybe about a Werewolf? She wasn't sure but it was time to do her research.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life. Even though this world more or less fit the fantasy genre. And even more so, when I was chosen to live inside a world as such. On the floor of a roofless wooden carriage, a huge and white furred monster was lying dormant. It looked like a polar bear with long ears like a hare, and claws more prominent than a rarely trimmed claw of a wild cat. This thing is huge. I was pondering by myself while I stood at the end of its head; portruding out

He headed into the kitchen, shaking his head at me with a grin. I smiled at him and relaxed, grabbing a book off one of the end tables. I read the back cover, pretty sure it was once of Tristan’s and not one of mine as I didn’t recognize it. The description read like a run of the mill fantasy. Group of experienced adventurers traveling the lands in an attempt to stop some long trapped evil that was threatening to re-emerge. I opened it, reading it without paying too much attention so I didn’t get sucked in. I had lost myself countless tales over the years, using them as an escape in my younger years, avoiding the realities that were starting to take hold in my world.

I deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

Tomorrow, she will cash out the check and immediately send most of the money for her foster mom and renovation of her orphanage. ……………………………………………………………………………. Arissa lay down on the floor inside her room while she was looking up to the ceiling. Tonight, one of her dreams will come true. A minimalist bedroom in Nordic style. One of her favorite… …………………………………………………………………. In the morning… On the crumpled bed, a woman rubbed her eyes lazily and covering her nude body with a blanket. She stared at the young man who has shared the same bed with her confusedly. Under dim light, while morning golden sunray seeped out from the curtain into the room. While from aside, Cristan’s body was perfectly sc