Fantasy Prompts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“When the time comes.” He lifts his hand and presses his fingers against my forehead. Heat floods my skull, but not pain. Memory and magic. Visions crash into me: A wolf wrapped in flame standing at the mouth of a burning forest. A woman with eyes like Zenith’s, cradling a newborn wrapped in silver light. A throne made of obsidian, cracked straight through the middle. A war. A kiss. A howl that splits the sky. And then, his voice, soft again. “Awaken, Crownless One.”

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going

Still lying down, I let my mind take me to another world, which still resembled the real world, in a parallel reality. I could have a taste of what that story would still become. From the plot that would involve from my biggest fears to my most secret fetishes. I began to idealize a dream man in my head, and he was blonde and had almost dark green eyes. And this man who was still an unnamed character, owned a smile that made wrinkles around his eyes, and that had a wide smile. Mentally I was creating this man's personality, wishing he would be kind and honest, and passionate about life.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of magic and wonder. As she raised her hands, a vibrant glow emanated from her fingertips, illuminating the night sky. Stars danced and swirled around her, responding to her every command. In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance.

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

She brushed a strand of hair from my face, her eyes dark and hungry. "Wait until you see advanced."

She smiled. “What’s your promise?” Eileen asked. She gulped and smiled at her. “We both have forbidden promises. Do you know anything about them?” Tony asked. Eileen shook her head, she can’t tell them what she knows about Luke. “There were two types of forbidden promises: the killing promise and the strengthening promise. Forbidden promises are different from ordinary promises. Forbidden promises are a rare type of magic, you can only have a forbidden promise if it’s running to your blood. One of the forbidden promises, which is the strengthening promise, is running in our blood.” She explained.

Caras povs As I drifted in and out of consciousness, fragments of strange dreams filled my mind. They weren’t like the usual nightmares. These were different, vivid, and almost too real, as if I was being pulled into in-between reality and imagination. I found myself standing in the middle of an endless void, surrounded by whispers, each one calling my name, urging me to listen. The air shimmered with a soft golden light, and in the distance, I could make out the silhouette of a figure approaching. As it came closer, I realised it was a woman, tall, regal, and cloaked in a gown that seemed to be woven from the night sky itself. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her eyes were