Fantasy In Fiction Novels & Stories

"If you have something to say then please say it out because those words look like gibberish to me." Sebastian gives his friend a nod. "It's nothing like anything I've seen." He begins, "Most of these images are familiar even though I've never been there." Charles sighed and spoke. "I don't follow bud." Sebastian continued. "It's like I've had a life here before, according to the words here it says that the Forbidden Forest is home to the many planes, realms and worlds all intertwined. It home to demons, monsters, spirits and many supernatural beings not seem anywhere in this world. This book is far more accurate than anything in our royal library, where'd you get it?"

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

“Those are informative reading materials. “ She softly shuts her drowsy eyes and wraps a blanket around her entire body before going to a deeper sleep. Her eyes are scrumptious and eager to learn everything there is to know about this natural world. Her interest in novels about fanciful worlds and creatures that existed outside of the physical realms, such as the world of magic and cultivations that allowed humans to become powerful and fly through the air like birds, is something that is slowly coming to the surface in her mind. Because she has been feeling refreshes by previous body wash, she sleeps very deeply to her subconscious level made her dreams of fantasy land.

She was bewildered by the big crystal chandeliers above the ceiling, as well as the big space that this room occupied. ‘Realm? Is this the same like the fantasy novel that I'd read before?’ She asked herself. Aside from being bullied when she was young, she was also obsessed with stories. Specially with fantasy genres. That’s why she became a novelist due to her passion. Although she was not familiar with his world, but she was somewhat comfortable as long as Diamond is with her. It was as if he would protect her at all cause. Well, hopefully. “What---How?!” She automatically ran towards a small table from the left side where a picture of a man and woman was being displayed.

He was an aspiring writer, a man who was slowly making a name for himself when everyone chose not to believe in him. His work doesn’t seem to fit the norm. When everyone was seeking love through poems and novels, he was writing about fantastical worlds of the unknown. Most people around him that had read his work believes that it fits as tales told to children.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

And some arrived carrying desires they had never dared speak aloud until they stepped inside those sacred walls. No judgment existed within Fantasy. Only honesty. Only consent. Only surrender. Master Steele observed it all from the shadows of His kingdom like a patient king seated upon a carefully constructed throne. He knew the regulars by name, by habit, by weakness. He knew who came seeking escape and who came hunting transformation. He understood the desperate hunger hidden beneath polished smiles and expensive clothing. That hunger was why Fantasy existed. Not merely for pleasure. But for liberation. Because once someone crossed the threshold into His world, masks became unnecessary. Ti

I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to all of you who took their time to give my story a chance. It is my very first written work and it means so much to me that I was given the opportunity to share my imagined world of fairies in a version that combines contemporary and fantasy. Thank you for joining Arianna and the rest of my characters in their journey to the world of fantasy and reality. I hope my characters would stay in your memories forever as a source of inspiration as well as an escape from the bustles of daily living.

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"