Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

“Too much whispers can get you crazy. Imagine it like getting into a haunted house. Everyone talking to you immediately, but at the same time, they’re not talking to you. It’s hell.” “How do you know that?” Jai asked. “I’m a wind elemer. I can windtalk for a bit, but I’m not novice. I can filter the whispers, I’m not crazy.” “O…kay… That’s cool, I think?” “Let’s go.” Claude rolled his eyes and gestured him to go. “After you.” Jai shrugged and entered the shop. It turned out to be some sort of item shop. Potions filled the shelves on the right side of the room, some accessories and bottles on the left, and other things. There was also a man.

" Yes my lady you can. " Annie then asked after getting his approval." Why is your stores front like that? Was there any particular reason to do so?" The shop keeper hesitated but revealed the truth. " My lady , it because of the thugs. There have been many thugs and theif who wants to steal our money. So I used magic to hide my store. Though the customer who wants to buy antique will come here. But for theif they wont be." He said. " I will cast some spell on the customer as well to not reveal my secret." He added.

Other party leaders should have talked with him when they explored this stage. The Shady Merchant stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb with his hood, and Zen wondered how nobody else suspected his identity. The creepy NPC had a shabby pushcart booth in the busy marketplace, loaded with various weapons. Not all weapons were for humans. Some were still covered in blood. Zen grimaced. Who would bother buying such crappy weapons at exorbitant prices? Then again, this quest-giving NPC had always been like that. “Greetings, adventurer. We meet again. Would you like to check out some of my new wares?”

He likes this, he walks to the shops on the street and stopped at the city's bookshop. The Palace can provide everything he needed, either academic, combat, or grimoire. But not what he wanted. When he opened the shop the librarian, Sophia. A famous Mage at the capital that sells the grimoire smiled at him. He doesn't particularly know if she recognizes him or not, but he likes the feeling of being a normal citizen. He knew no one would talk about him being Alkhun Berhalksawn the son of Venus. He headed to the fiction books. Entertainment is something the palace can't provide. Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide

the shopkeeper spat, his tone dripping with disdain, “but I don’t deal in another. It’s illegal for a reason.” Brother? My brows lifted at the revelation, and I glanced between the two men. Now that he’d said it, the resemblance was undeniable—the same sharp nose, the same curve of their lips, though little else matched. The shopkeeper took a step back, attempting to turn away, but I moved swiftly, blocking his path. He paused, his hand twitching as though he wanted to shove me aside. But he didn’t. Being Queen had its perks, after all, and unless he had a death wish, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me again.

Staying in the cramped changing room, thoughts were flying around. I was never an impulsive person, but right now the only thoughts running through my mind is to escape. I know that the dark lord's mansion is a fortress and I can never ever get a chance of escaping there. I wondered if the store has a backdoor that I could use. Luckily for me the helpful store attendant came back. "Are you ok, miss?" She asked but I was already on factory reset mode, my instincts had taken full control and I wasn't sure if I was thinking straight.

- Oh, of course - of course - if he had any bad premonitions, he tried to forget about them. - Not a very good deal - the second visitor entered the shop completely silently. He didn't look much older than the first guy, but now he smelled of real danger. In addition, it seemed impossible to determine who he was - a warrior or a sorcerer, he could turn out to be both. The merchant, with slightly trembling fingers, instantly hid the medallion under the counter and made a stone face. Yarsi took the sword, sheathed it. Then he silently walked out of the shop into the street. Matzher caught up with him.

Although the thought of being sold made him feel scared and hurt. "Excuse me," He heard a deep voice overhead, but he was too weak to open his eyes to look at the person who seems to be talking near the container he was in. "Hello there gentleman, are you looking for a Familiar? We have a variety of Familiars for sale, please tell us your type and we can arrange the suitable familiar for your body." The merchant boss' voice became persuasive and amiable. With business, the merchant boss can really talk with a sweet tongue as if his mouth was coated with honey.

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.”

After all, I was new to the area. I really just wanted to get to know Chloe. I remember one night we were talking. I was explaining I was half djinn and I asked her, "What would you wish for Chloe? Out of all the things in the world. Money, clothes, friends, cars... A lifetime supply of candy?”