Fantasy Make Believe Novels & Stories

April's words ring in my mind. They are dragons. The fuck! As if dragons can ever exist. I am sure it's some voodoo type of shit. That's the only logical explanation that is there. It has to be some kind of magic because cause there is no way someone can move that fast. He blows on the Sandwich, and it turns to crisp in my very eyes. Like his breath of made out of fire or something! Breath made of fire!!!!! That's clearly what a dragon does! My mind refused to believe such atrocities. I can't stomach it, so I believe in most delusion possibilities which magic, yeah magicians are everywhere. It has to be that, I am sure, and they are trying to frighten me with it.

Mallory asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue. "Besides the fact that I like Mythology and Fantasy and that my mother teaches it, I love vampires. They're enchanting." "But they're not real. How could you be enchanted by something that's not real?" I rolled my eyes at her. If only she knew. "I don't believe that. There's too much information on them for them to be made up." "All that could be made up to Jillie. Besides, why would you believe in something so sinister? Why would something that was portrayed that way "enchant" you?" Mallory asked her, putting air quotes around enchant. I had to keep myself from flinching at her words.

"I can enter the minds of my enemies and create illusions.” "What kinds of illusions?” Deep down, some stubborn part of my human consciousness feared that everything around me was an illusion caused by that strange infernal magic. That he wanted to make me believe that I was not sailing in a sea of fire and going straight to the marble of hell. Although I really believed that there was, yes, some charm to make me see as something beautiful and harmless that dark river and host of bright-eyed creatures that appeared from time to time at random points of the waters, I doubted that it would be powerful enough to shape a world at its pleasure.

Shit Witch, I don’t care that she has a real name to me she will always be Shit Witch, dumped me here without anything. Though if this is my mind, why can’t I manifest things? I mean, all things are possible if you believe. And I’m in my mind, the Shit Witch is just imposing her magic on it to keep me here. So by all rights, I can make things change to suit my wants, needs, and desires.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

“Where did he get this?” Farida shrugged. “He didn’t say. Besides, I kinda believe he made that story up to give the painting an air of mystery, not that it needs that to sell by the way.” “You may be right,” Erin said, her eyes still glued on the stone. “And on that note, I say we get on with our work for today,” said Farida.

On a special day where she first saw on an unexpected situation the face of the man that she used to see and was able to be within her dreams and fantasies. She had a large photo of this man right on the wall of her room. And on the back of that big picture there she wrote and announced how much and for how long she would love and dedicate her whole heart to him without any covetousness. That photograph then served as the image of him with whom she spoke with. She felt that because he was smiling, the man in the picture was smiling at her. And even everything was pure fantasy. Nothing is missing, because she is happy.

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.