Fantasy Manga Novels & Stories

Mielle’s information helped a lot, because I too, had a bad feeling about the dragon who was about to attack Rustaval. Was this dragon, the one fated to bring Kuzan and Elfina’s beloved country to destruction? *** Clairmont and me were floating in the air. Not just floating, we were flying towards the direction of the source of all the chaos in Rustaval, a dragon. A mountain dragon, to be exact. I was quite struggling during our flight. I remember that one scene from a manga I read about a female lead being able to fly and was able to glide in the air for more than a hundred kilos per hour, yet her hair is still intact, and her face is still pretty and neat.

No matter how little monster blood ran through your veins they will be hunted down. Half-breeds like her that live with humans are expected to hide. If she ever wants to continue with this farce of an identity then there’s no other way around it. But she did not want it to be Rodrick. That much she knows. A thought flashed in her mind. About a small silver-haired girl that was beautiful as a land of flowers. Her innocent smile that shone through the clouds, and her eyes that made her see the river of Muria. She could still hear her voice. But not so much her smile.

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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.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.