Fantasy Graphic Novels & Stories

*** Adara wasn't used to getting mail that wasn't bills or advertisements, so when she opened her mailbox and found a small envelope addressed from someone in Portland, Oregon, she was quite surprised indeed. Hurrying inside, Adara carefully ripped the envelope open, revealing a greeting card. The card was clearly homemade using a computer graphics program. On the front of the card was a fantasy scene with a beautiful woman dressed in shimmering white, lines of magical power issuing from her outstretched hands. The woman looked quite a bit like Adara, though she had to admit, quite idealized. The inside of the card had a smaller picture, this time of a grey wolf. Smiling a bit, Adara read th

the Storyteller began talking, “when the old meets the new, and we celebrate life, I want to tell you a story about love and sacrifice. A long time ago, on land far away, lived a race of people named Graphkha. The Graphkha was a race blessed by Addanos, and they could live around two hundred years. They could control the air with their magic, and some say they could even take the form of griffins. The Graphkha dwelled in caves, divided by tribes and families. In one of the tribes lived a young female Graphkha. Her name was Hraa. Unlike her family, Hraa’s gift was that of healing. She was a O’nja—Sacred Female. Those like Hraa with healing powers were not allowed to find a mate because Graphk

It makes me uneasy. “Come in, reaper, do not lurk.” I walk in at her heavily accented words, pacing my steps with my hands wriggling in front of my belly. Master Xaulfur does not look like he is listening to the witch at all. He still has his chin on his hand, his eyes tightly closed and his jaws clenched. My eyes zoom in on the spread paper only to find symbols, irregular marks and crosses; things that I recognize to be part of a map. I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well.

he declared, his heart racing with excitement. Mia beamed, her eyes bright with imagination. “We should add illustrations to each section to bring the story to life visually. It will be like a storybook!” Leo nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s do it! I can’t wait to draw the storm scene and the family’s connection with the spirits.” Elara’s fingers danced across her sketchbook as she began to create vibrant images inspired by their words. They spent the morning illustrating their legend, each friend contributing their artistic flair to the pages. The cabin, the family, the storm, and the whispers all came alive in brilliant colors.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'

These symbols were not mere decorations; they were a language of power, a script that whispered of ancient rituals and forgotten lore. Among the artifacts, there was a scroll that appeared particularly ancient, its edges frayed with time, yet the ink on its surface remained vibrant and clear. As I unrolled it with care, I saw illustrations of figures that seemed to echo the very essence of my power—beings of fire and shadow intertwined in a dance of creation and destruction. The text beside the drawings spoke of a lineage of warriors who could harness the primal forces of nature, their abilities tied to the very heartbeat of the earth.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.