Fantasy Genius Novels & Stories

"The Architects built this place to store the 'Unused Equity'. But the Reader... the Reader has found the 'Unmapped' scroll. The one where you stayed together." She pointed to a central pedestal, where a single, gold-and-sapphire scroll was pulsing with the frequency of Kaelen’s heartbeat. It wasn't a script; it was a "Being." "This is the 'Genesis Script'," Seraphina explained. "It’s the reason the Reader wants the second book. You have created a 'Spontaneous Narrative'—a story that the Architects didn't write. The Reader wants to see if you can 'Break the Fourth Dimension' again."

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

So, he was only able to make middle-grade middle-quality talismans. As the saying went, talent works, genius creates. Gerald was the genius. With just a little guidance, he was able to grasp it immediately and then create surprisingly amazing things. At the moment, Gerald was drawing on the talisman in front of him swiftly. It was a golden dragon. Gerald had seen this golden dragon pattern in an old book. He reckoned it was mysterious and challenging, so he decided to give it a try. That old book had been given to him by Chace for his learning. Apart from those patterns that were used to make perfect quality talismans, Gerald had basically learnt all the other patterns. This golden dragon wa

I touched their foreheads one by one, closed my eyes, and prayed : " May God show favor to these children and be gracious to them" When I opened my eyes, the mothers were in tears. I think it is really a big deal to receive a blessing from a noblewoman. "All Hail the second Prince and Lady Falsen!" Although I received praise from these people, I was wondering if I deserve this. I'm not the great lady they think of. Callista always seeks my advice when it comes to writing. I am the one who suggested that Henry must get "the cursed district" so he will have an interesting character background. I also told my best friend to make Ursla a barren and poor land.

On their way to the house, the students saw him, what he didn’t know is that their batch was called the golden era. Geniuses emerge in every house of the academy and as the only member of an ancient house, he was expected to excel and show promising talent. News of his arrival scattered like wildfire to every corner of the academy as the last member of the golden era just came out of the ancestors' domain. Upon arriving at their base, Earth was still silent and he went to the window and sat down looking over the academy. He just found out that the location of their base covered ninety percent of the view of the academy. He can see the students practice magic, some are reading in the fields a

To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence. Aesthelia Rasc is a writer on a known platform named GN, which stands for Good Novel. She wants to write something that will become popular, something that will definitely be a hit. To prove something and to prove herself to those who gave up believing in her. "I read to feel something, goosebumps in awe and amazement. Why do I feel heartbroken all of a sudden? Like countless draggers just stabbed my blood pumper, "Aesthelia rambled in her words.

"Neither you nor anyone else are important to the genius. He simply wants to be in charge of vampires and humans. He turns everyone who challenges him into a target and slaughters them mercilessly. The danger concealed behind the mastermind's big plan was highlighted by the weight of my words, which hung in the air. I hoped Kassandra would realize the danger she was willfully embracing and come to her senses. Saying "Shut up!" Kassandra's voice was tinged with defiance as she burst in rage. "The Mastermind and I both trust each other. He would never harm me or turn against me. She spat, her devotion to the genius clouding her judgment of the truth. "I won't betray him to help someone like yo

he said, smirking. “Where’s Noora,” I said plainly. Either he knew or he didn’t, but I had to ask. I was eating some type of dish with steak tips and it was unbelievably delicious but I didn’t want to seem like I was enjoying it too much. “Oh, yes. Well, your friend, she ... how do you say, she was a phoney. She didn’t know what she was doing. You are the one, the genius, I’m told. I’m getting two million dollars for you, so you must be something pretty special.”