Fantasy Magical World Novels & Stories

I ask, skirting my way around the rug until I plop down in the brown, leather recliner. “Which one?” “The one I fell through,” I answer, thinking it obvious. I hadn’t gotten a look at the other, the place he’d pulled me to. “A slip-void, they’re used for travel. They’re not meant for inexperienced wizards,” he tells me as though it’s the dullest thing in the world. It makes me feel dumb. “Why?” “It takes a high level of magic to keep the primordial darkness at bay.” “Is the darkness dangerous?” he gives me a look that says ‘stupid question’, “Why did you leave it open then? Surely you could have kept me from entering.”

All the mana in this world is said to be born simultaneously with the creation of all living beings. However, based on unclear sources or rumors, it is said that magical energy originates from one of the moons that this world has. As additional information, this planet has two natural satellites or moons, unlike Earth, which has only one moon. Furthermore, the capacity of magical energy or mana differs among individuals. Some individuals are born with a large amount of mana or magical energy, while others are born with low capacity. Nevertheless, every individual in this world possesses magical energy, even if it's in small amounts. There are no records of individuals in this world who compl

The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her. As she journeyed deeper into the dream realm, Mama Hazel felt a sense of wonder and awe at the sights that unfolded before her. Magical creatures flitted through the air, their iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight, while fantastical landscapes stretched out in a breathtaking tapestry of colors and shapes. Each step she took led her further into a world where imagination reigned supreme and where the boundaries of reality melted away.

Small flickers of shadow appeared in corners where no light should reach. Killian felt it in himself, too. His magic was stronger than ever — shadows moved sharper, faster, more vicious than he’d ever commanded them. But each time he used it, he felt something else moving with him, watching through him. And he wasn’t sure if it was him commanding the darkness anymore… or the other way around. Rumours filtered in from beyond Harrow’s territory. The southern kingdoms had seen stars vanish from their skies. Ships in the northern harbours swore the sea itself rose against them, black waves swallowing fleets whole. In the east, a city of priests reported their sacred fires burning cold blue, thei

"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.

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.

Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches. She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!" Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires

God roared with laughter, “You’re so funny. You’re just going to have to wait.” Yuna resigned to her fate, “Fine. I guess I could wait.” Since she wasn’t going to immediately get an answer for the distant future, she still wanted to know what type of world she would be reincarnated into next. Would she be reincarnated into those fantasy medieval worlds? Will she learn magic? Maybe she was getting a little too ahead of herself. Did magic even exist in other worlds? She didn’t know. There were too many unanswered questions and not enough time to find out all the mysteries of the world. “So, where am I going to next?”

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

I trust that our love is enough to suppress anything. Anyway, here I am today in the land so far away from prying eyes. The vast sea surrounds us on one side and on the other is the Enchanted forest. This land is called Magica. The land ruled by my precious queen Aurora. No shape shifter can access their ability in this place. It is well protected and neither can dark magic penetrate.