Fantasy Graphic Novels & Stories

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

“She writes that he smiled at her and reached out his hands for hers, but was taken by surprise when she faltered back. I'll quote her now: “I recoiled in horror as he opened his mouth, for it revealed a thing of which I'd only heard stories, had never seen, and hope never to see again. Just one lone fang dropped from his upper jaw—the mark of a grafhym. The man I wanted for my consort was damaged, imperfect.‟ She goes on to say he was banished from the tribe immediately, forced out into the forest to live his life alone.” He turned another page. “The final section talks about the phenomenon of grafhym in general. How their powers are sorely limited. And most importantly, how they cannot tur

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

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

They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinned. The Wyrm class are large snake-like creatures, with no legs and purple blood. Their fangs are poisonous and the fuckers are quick. Their skin is tough but light making for good leathers, it is always black in colour. Hydra class are giant creatures that breathe fire from their multiple heads, they are rare and extremely difficult to take down. They also have purple blood.

Even if any mortal has ever managed to paint one of his abilities to forge the power of one of his ideas, that mortal was Roderick Morgan Edelgard Usher. So, for me, at least, given the circumstances that surrounded me, they arose from pure abstractions that the hypochondriac tried to throw on the screen, even with a sense of intolerable astonishment whose shadow I had never felt, even if not even in the contemplation of the resplendent fantasies, which was certainly, but too concrete, of Fuseli. Thus, it was that one of my friend's phantasmagorical conceptions, though at that time, even if not so rigid as to the spirit of abstraction, may be better delineated in words, though with a certain

I slowly opened it, my heart racing with anticipation and trepidation, I was awed by the intricate designs in the pages that slowly revealed themselves. The symbols etched into the discolored parchment were like nothing I had ever seen before. They were ornate and complex, with an otherworldly beauty that spoke of ancient magic and secrets beyond mortal knowledge. Each page was filled with interweaving threads of power, dancing in harmony, and pulsating with a strange energy.

He has about triple the amount of followers that we have. Just from where I stand, pushed behind Raf, I can see that he has vampires, werewolves, goblins, trolls, dark elves, witches, sirens, wendigos, demons, dark knights, druids and gargoyles. He has truly magical creatures, most with a predilection for being evil. I am not surprised in the least. But I am worried. Very, very worried.

As her fingers brushed against them, a cold feeling ran up her arm. The writing inside was the same as the journals. Runes. Symbols she couldn’t read. But this time… it wasn’t just words. There were illustrations. And the moment her eyes landed on them— Her blood turned cold. The drawings were horrifying. Creatures with twisted horns, long claws, and wings that looked torn and unnatural. Their faces were distorted, some almost human… but not quite. Their eyes were drawn with such detail that it felt like they were staring right back at her.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.