Fantasy For Young Adults Novels & Stories

The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him. It was nowhere to be found online. He openly took Summer to a banquet, letting her play my role as "Mrs. Finley". He boldly invited the whole city to a grand celebration of Summer's birthday tomorrow. He knew full well that it was also the anniversary of my mother's death. He wanted me to recognize reality, that someone like me was no match for him. Cade hired a private doctor to bandage the wound on my collarbone, where the bone was exposed. "Mr. Finley still cares about you. He remembers that you have a special constitution and your wounds don't heal easily."

Some men came forth to welcome us. We walked inside the building and we started to tour the building. It had all ages. From Six months to Eighteen years old. We first moved into the fantasy section. The children side had fairies and princesses sculpture. Then the adult side had more of mythical creatures, gods and goddesses, and vikings. Then we moved over to the romance section. It started from age ten. Different sections for different times of romance. From Contemporary to historical fiction. Then we moved down to horror. It had ghosts and zombies. The structures were all beautiful. Then the reading session was in the middle of the library.

Will she be able to guard the peace treaty? This is the journey of three supernaturals, two known and one yet to be discovered! 🌟🌟🌟 A/N This book is a dark, mature and historically a little retro futuristic in few things. Read it on your accord! Love❤️ Titan!

the lift does not make a noise, her magic must be sound because she was sensitive to sound, she can hear the noise that other magic can’t hear. “Nothing. I just want to go outside. You can go back to sleep now. I’m sorry for disturbing you” she nodded then went back to sleep. I made my way outside and I was surprised to what I saw. There were about thirty small tents standing outside. What are these? Is someone camping here? Perhaps they are little mages from far cities who decided to take a little trip here in the capital?

Hey Lovely Readers, This is my first fantasy story, my own imagination of creating a new fantasy world of a unique kind This is my original work and if I happen to come across this story on any other platform, I would be disappointed with such replication. Please forgive me for my grammatical errors as English isn't my native language. I would highly appreciate your feedback, suggestions on my mistakes. This story is written primarily for teens however it's open for all age groups as all of us love a bit of fantasy. No mature contents at all. I hope you will love reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love Your Author

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.

Cautiously she picked the book up, ‘Rules For Immortals’ She read out loud and sat in the chair opening the first page she began to read and was soon engrossed. In the shadows her Mother watched her eyes soft with love, ‘With eighteen years Your time is come Enchantress rise Thy powers hard won Girl to woman Memories held deep The locket will open No tears to weep The spell now broken All locks are open Find your Beast Beauty Love’s kiss your only duty’

“This one weaves mystery and magic, but underneath, it’s a story about trust and power.” Her face softened. “I’ll take it.” As I wrapped the book, another man stepped in, younger, sharp-eyed, dressed in a rumpled suit. His gaze swept the shelves with a hunger I recognized all too well. “Looking for something… thrilling,” he said, voice low. I leaned forward slightly. “Try The Silent Corner, it’s about secrets that change everything.” He nodded, brows furrowed, then murmured, “Secrets change everything.” The bell jingled again. A teenager, headphones around his neck, glanced nervously at the counter. “Uh, do you have any fantasy? Like with dragons?”

As he ran, he felt a certain surge of adrenaline, his heart rate accelerated, his muscles locked in place, and his stomach abruptly disappeared, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness, while pinpricks of terror rippled along his scalp. There wasn't a single person in the meadow who didn't freeze that fateful morning, looking at the forest with the same breathless emotion reflected in their eyes, and the monsters also froze, in which that entire region was taken over by a wave of ice, snow and such an intense cold of an icy landscape. The war between the ice fairies of the south who fought between the winter kingdoms of the south, amidst disputes for power and the war with the ice king amidst

“Carter, it’s me! You’re okay! You’re—” The figure laughed, a hollow, terrible sound that made the hair on my arms rise. The ash swirled around him, and every step he took left scorched footprints in the ground, though I knew the forest wasn’t burning. The red sky pulsed, as if feeding on the fear gnawing at me. “Focus!” Phineas’s voice snapped through the nightmare. “If you falter, you’ll die in reality.” I willed my hands to glow, and the light flared between my palms. It shimmered, humming with energy, alive, and I poured every ounce of fear, love, and desperation into it.