Fantasy In Fiction Novels & Stories

After all, every person is unique like Rayene was funny and out going but Henry was a smiling person who could laugh at your baddest jokes but couldn't crack one himself. "Okay, so in our world we don't have real vampires like here. But, we have stuff that works on engines and there are even books on people like you." "So, it's your ancestry that no longer exists?" I asked as little confused. "No! No! They are fictional characters!" "What's fictional characters?" "Well, they are something that exists only in your imagination. And, then you put those imaginative characters on paper. And, boom! Fictional characters are born." Rayene explained while moving her hands in all directions while I no

My face suddenly brightened when I tasted them. "These are so good," I said, and he just smiled. "Auggie, where are your parents?" "They are abroad. Sometimes, it is very lonely that I am all alone here." I suddenly recalled what happened last night. I thought I was going to die. I thought God already granted my wish of living in The Yarn. I call it that way because my fictitious world is like tangled yarn. You have to untangle everything just to discover what has been hidden. You are probably thinking that why I prefer to live in fiction. Unlike reality, you could create your own plot. It is like writing a story. You have to think about the sequence of events for you to create a story that

Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit. As Lilith and Andreas navigate the blurred lines between reality and fantasy, their connection becomes a beacon of light in the darkness, illuminating the possibility of a future where worlds can be reclaimed and dreams can be realized. Their journey is a testament to the enduring power of friendship and the indomitable will to overcome even the most daunting challenges.

When Jimmy left the bathroom, he walked in the corridors and felt people watching him again. It has been a long time since someone ever thought of him to be strange or unnatural. Fantasía is his world, the place where he truly belongs. He rolled his eyes when he heard whisperings and mockery. Humans are lame. He stopped in front of the classroom, a professor he recognized was teaching the students English literature, Jane Austen's books to be specific. He remembered how he would put a fantasy book on his table every time he gets bored in class. He loved to escape from reality in order to forget all the things that were concerning him such as the bullies, his hair, paying the bills and missin

Even if it was a happiness that I had to seek, and not that it was instantaneous, it was still a form of happiness, and that was enough for me. Gradually, my head got involved with that story, and another plot began to appear in my head, so that I even stopped reading the book and kept my gaze stuck in the farthest of the worlds, imagining the story of the adult novel that I would write and make it read and acclaimed on any reading platform that I made it available. Even if it was a book that involved fantasy, it would still portray the real life of a woman who fought for her dreams and met her prince charming. I could do that. I could write about an impossible love and make people like it.

more than 5 years that an attack of monsters is not seen, inside the walls, although many travelers say that they see trasgos near the walls, but they do not go down, that is very rare. The orcs, they have hard skin, but they are easy to set on fire, their sweat is flammable," the excited young man asks again "Why do they kill humans?" Mathew "excellent young question, but ..., that question has no answer, since there are many, some say that they kill for sport, others that not only kill but also eat humans, especially minors," the young "better keep talking about beasts," Mathew "well, let's see, now today there are no beasts, neither elemental nor ancestral, only their descendants, bi

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou