Fantasy Prompts Novels & Stories

The power flickered once, twice, and then died completely, plunging them into a darkness broken only by flashes of lightning that froze the world in stark, blue-white tableaus. They lit candles, dozens of them, until the living room danced with primal, shifting shadows. The air smelled of beeswax and ozone. Scarlett sat curled on the rug by the cold fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, watching the tempest outside. The chaotic energy of the storm seemed to seep into her. Jude saw it in the restless tapping of her fingers, the distant look in her eyes reflected in the glass. “Tell me a fantasy,” she said suddenly, her voice barely a whisper yet cutting through the rumble of the storm. “Your darke

I could use myself as bait. I grab a pen and paper and start making a list of the people I need to bring over from Europe. Most of them are part of the resistance. Witches and mages, all of whom have a vendetta against Millicent. Two of them are fantastic at making potions and cures.

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

In which from this pool, an ancient brain telepathically decrees its wishes to each individual mind eater within seven and a half miles of it, for which it is able to hold multiple mental conversations at the same time. Some of them hunger for pleasure, hunger for mind, hunger for souls, both demons, specters, the dead and illithids. In which they all controlled and subsisted between worlds and physical and spiritual planes. Some alien beings that commanded the brains of humanoids.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

It sounds insane but after all she has been teleported into the realm of magic. “Let us try the leaf tomorrow. For now, I have to sleep and rest up so we have energy to travel again.” When Roya replied with “Fuwa” she smiles and get back to her bed. She tucked herself in the blanket with Roya. Before closing her eyes, she glimpses at the empty ceiling. To her surprise, an image of Kenshi giving her a sweet smile appeared and she quickly frowns, muttering something before covering her head with the blanket.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

It was like I had been given a second wind, and I was alive once more. It only took me a few days to finish plotting out my latest story and post the first chapter. With the story live for the world to see, I took Ruby out for a special day with our housekeeper in tow. It was not just any day. It was Ruby's birthday, the very first one we had celebrated since our lives had taken a dramatic turn, a rebirth of sorts. I had booked us a table at the famous Sunflower Cafe just around the corner where I had planned a few birthday surprises for her.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.