Fantasy Novel Writers Novels & Stories

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

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I laughed out loud at that one. Every girl’s fantasy novel was here, and it was here for me to revel in it. I could write stories upon stories of a place like this and not have to imagine one bit of scenery. My fingers itched to get back to a keyboard, but that was long gone. With my fingers tracing a dragon’s scales, I didn’t seem to mind.

He had the writer ability - which was the mystic ability that could drop anyone that he desired inside the book for the sake of the novel plot. The upside was, that he could control the setting and the flow of the novel to a certain degree. The downside was, that he couldn’t control the individual that was stronger than him and couldn’t enter the novel that he wrote. Thus, he couldn’t experience the content of the novel through his skin. It’s limited only to his imagination and nothing more. Therefore, the question was valid. Malikul took a minute to ponder, to give an appropriate answer to his friend. “It’s exactly what you are imagining? Although the countries’ names are still rubbish in m

“So, Ariya, what are you passionate about?” The words began to leave my mouth before I could hold them back, “When I was younger, I used to fantasize about what my life would be like if humans were free and left to make their own decisions and be in control of their own lives. So, I’d write about it. Eventually the fairly vivid fantasy turned into a seven-hundred-page novel about a girl’s adventurous journey of self-discovery and growth based off of what she experiences, observes and learns throughout the various outrageous situations she faces throughout her lifetime. It has everything you could hope for, adventures beyond your wildest imagination, horrors, mysteries, riddles, cursed and ra

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.

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.

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

“It’s for my job. I have a few projects coming up. I'm just jotting down some notes.” “And what do you do?” he inquired. “I’m a writer.” “What do you write?” I paused, staring at him for a moment, tapping my fingers on the leather seat. Realizing this conversation was inevitable, I decided to just get through it. “I write novels.” “About what?” "About Fae folk and other magical creatures… They are fantasy books.” I could consider them my history books, but that was left unsaid. "Are your books any good?" he inquired, shifting his gaze towards me. His lips were twisted, like he didn’t believe a word I was saying.