Fantasy Prompts Novels & Stories

I snapped my fingers, and just like that, a gentle flame flickered to life, dancing warmly in the growing chill of evening. He was always right—it really was easier when I simply focused on the image in my mind. Damien chuckled, the sound light and amused. “Wow. Can you summon a bed too?” I grinned and closed my eyes for a moment, sensing the coolness in the air. “Not quite a bed, but I can summon a huge tent for both of us.” I focused on the image—something cozy, with soft lighting and a modest meal waiting inside. It took a little longer this time, but finally, a large tent materialized at the back of the cave, its warm glow casting gentle shadows on the stone walls.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Her instructions were brief and to the point. "Focus your entire mind and soul upon that of which you desire my dear boy. Think long and hard, construct the outlines of a perfect fantasy in your mind, and then let it flow to your heart. Once your heart longs for the fantasy so badly it actually pains you, swallow the potion down in one quick drink. Lay back in bed and relax letting your mind wander back to your fantasy. Keep your forbidden dream that you so yearn to dream that night simple as the potion will fill in all the necessary details for you. Soon you will feel your eyes getting heavy and sleep will come bringing with it an escape into a realm few ever have the joy of visiting." With

Remember that, Jasmine sternly told herself as she walked beside the man who had every nerve in her body agitated, her heart thumping, her mind bombarded with tempting fantasies. There is no tomorrow, she recited, meaning it as a sobering caution to be sensible. Yet somehow it had the perverse effect of inciting a sense of wild recklessness—a desire to take what she could of Collins Templeton while she could. To have him. All he'd give her. If only for one night. ______

"I only thought of showing my world to her and sharing the joy of being in fantasy together..." "Well, no one is to be blamed for being excited," Kith responded. "What we should do now is to prevent her from dreaming whenever she falls asleep. Bad dreams in Fantasy are anomalies that stick with the dreamer even in their wake. They will try to lure the innocent human into becoming their door because they want to enter Fantasy where they can be real. I mean the human mind is an open door to these bad anomalies plus their pure existence can create new things." Hue said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on his wife. He inhaled deeply.

I’d like to stay in those fantasies forever, but to do so would be to abandon Ella in her time of need. I also struggle when I come across a sensual vision of Ella and I roleplaying as little red riding hood and the big bad wolf, especially when I realize the dream is hers. Still I forge on, though I certainly make note of the idea for the future. There are odd things too, like the giant frog telling fortunes for a call-in psychic hotline, or the pirate ship full of ballet-dancing vegetables. Others simply make me smile, like Ella’s craving-driven fantasy of a real-life candy land, or my own childhood wish of riding a dragon as it flies through the air on great leathery wings.

Invisible. The stream glittered in the soft orange of the setting sun. A breeze whispered through the tall grasses, carrying the smell of damp earth and woodsmoke from nearby kitchens. Promise crouched low, dipped her pot into the water, and watched ripples distort her reflection. The girl staring back at her had wide, restless eyes and braids that clung to her damp forehead. To the village, she was just another daughter waiting to be married off. But in her reflection, Promise saw more. She saw a woman walking a runway, lights flashing, heads turning, voices chanting her name. She saw freedom stitched into sequins and dreams that stretched beyond the horizon.

Then she holds out the book of fate out in front of her. She takes the first step, chanting some words. Over and over until slowly the moon's reflections start bubbling. Gold festers under the water until there's a bright flash. This light is completely blinding. Like the same light that happened in those dreams, those ones I had three years ago. There floating in the sky I see what can only be described as creatures. They looked horrid, slimy, like rotting spiders. Yet they held power and elegance beyond my year. The magic emanates from them and they hold a glow like no other. They're hard to look at for more than a few seconds. "Hunter! We need to speak to Levi. Give him light." They deman

"On the outside, not much to look at. They aren't buildings in the typical sense. They're large mounds of earth. But when you enter...it's like being in a whole city underground. Sithens are living representations of wild Magick. Rooms change, hallways take you to endless places, there are gardens and whole biomes." The carriage slowed to a stop, and Bailey pressed to the carriage door. Gemma was right. They were outside a huge mound of earth that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. There was a large round door set into the side of the hill. "Very Hobbit-chic." The door to the carriage opened suddenly and Bailey fell out into Tobin's arms. The heat she had felt with Beckett fanned into

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. Fingers crossed as we look forward to how she plans on making her tomorrow better.