Fantasy Magic World Novels & Stories

Joanna asked, moving back to his side. He smiled. "Jasmine needs to go to the dragon realm," he said and carefully turned the pages of the book until he found the page he wanted. To me, he said, "Your mom created realms for the creatures of the seven magics after she defeated Sharra the first time. You know that?" he asked. "Of course." It was taught at the Academy, though I'd never heard of a dragon realm. Just add that to the list of things I didn't know existed, including an angel realm.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Rarer cases can use magic at sixteen. The magic types in this world are water, fire, air, earth, light, and darkness. The strongest magic is darkness but it is also the most dangerous one since it can corrupt the user if they are not careful enough. Light magic is something that people can use but not a lot. When someone does have light magic they are usually seen as some form of luck bringer or whatever bullshit some religious asshole tells everyone.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

He explained and I was really fascinated. Wow, magic sounds really cool! I wish I could see what it looks like. Fantasy worlds are really amazing! "That's awesome! Magic is really a blessing, I wish I could visit your world and see magic in person." I expressed in awe, my eyes glistening. "Yeah, I wish you could be with me too," he sounded melancholic for some reason.

The floating island of books shook violently. Underneath, the white void kept rising, swallowing everything like a starving sea. That storm ahead—a screaming wall of black clouds and purple lightning—looked ready to tear them apart. And in the middle of all that, the path split. One road gleamed cold and blue with computer code and metal. That was the World of Science. The other road shimmered with floating purple stones and glowing, faded symbols. That was the World of Magic. “We can’t do this, Julian!” Maya shouted, the wind ripping her voice straight from her throat.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

Just…just understand that reading this book means living in a world that is not real – it's all just the imaginations of a person called Margaret so welcome to my head and my thoughts. That said, enjoy the book and let it transport you to a world of power play, freedom, and magic.