Fantasy Story Ideas Novels & Stories

I would add a hidden surprise under a hidden surprise, do you get draft? I know you wouldn't I'm too smart for you, extra smart. For those who understand you are getting closer to my intelligence.... OK enough of talks time for the plan.. Wait first, do you know the plan that am talking about? If you do, your intelligence has reached mine and mine has just increased, so you're still not intelligent like me. If you don't understand, well, start reading from the starting of this chapter all over again. OK time to meet Jenny.

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

"That is a beautiful idea. How would you do it?" She smiled. "I would create a new section of the cave. A section for the unwritten stories. A place where wolves can come to dream, to imagine, to create." Sera's vision became a reality. With the help of the wolves of Silvermoon, she created a new chamber in the Chronicler's cave. It was filled with blank scrolls and empty books, waiting for the stories that had not yet been written. "This is the Chamber of Possibilities," Sera announced. "A place where the future can take root."

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape

“Hard and deep, for hours, until she screams herself hoarse with pleasure. They say his cock is thick as a man’s wrist and he never tires. And the blessings… gods, her family’s fields burst with grain, their coffers overflow with gold, and every child born after is strong and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be the one he chooses?” I had stood ankle-deep in the stream, scrubbing a tunic in silence while my stomach twisted. I wanted none of it. Not the beast. Not the endless rutting they described like some holy ecstasy. Not the fate of being dragged away to whatever shadowed lair he called home, to be claimed and bred and kept like a prized possession. I was nineteen summers old. My fingers w

Just the wind brushing the surface of the court. “I don’t want to choose between you and Dante. I want both of you. I know it sounds mad, like some fairytale poly fantasy. But I’ve thought about it, and it makes sense. We all want each other. And I know you might be scared, or think Dante and I still have unfinished business, but... it’s not about old feelings. It’s about the new ones we’ve built. All three of us.” Taiga’s shoulders stiffened. His lips parted, then shut. His eyes dropped to the ground.

S) Truthfully, I do interested in going on adventure in this world, following the path of other characters in those novels, who knows that I might be able to find a way to use magic, which is something that I couldn’t all this time. Knowing that this is a fantasy world, there might be some Miracle Elixir or ancient artefact or even secret method that can make the impossible, possible. “Maybe we should T.A.S…I do want to see the Elf Nation and also the Kingdom of Dwarf with my own eyes…”.

“Dragons are now the rich and charming CEOs while the werewolves became the dangerously handsome gangsters.” I nodded. Even fantasy novels share our reality. That those people in the pedestal of society have superpowers; to cheat, to rob, to instill fear to the already oppressed. They’re animals in human suits. Those crocodiles and cunning monkeys. “The Great War between these two races lasted for centuries. Both sides have shed blood but the knot of hate between them has remained unbreakable.” See. Gramps was good at sewing his stories. I wouldn’t wonder why I had the gift of writing.