Fantasy Story Ideas Novels & Stories

She sighed, “I’m exhausted Consuela but I have so many good ideas and storylines. Usually, I can float a few ideas around, pick one and then dedicate myself to it. I’m not one of those who can write more than one story at a time. I dedicate myself to the one. This time though I have so many ideas and I can’t pick one to go with and I want to write “Give me your top three. We can work on it.” “Space cowboy and mafia princess.” “Doesn’t that feel a bit close to home?” “No. Close to home would be my idea for a mafia princess who gets sucked into a video game and ends up with a half-ape, half-man hybrid who needs to protect her from the bad guys in the video game. When she wins the game, her pri

“You know, I think I should start writing a book.” Lia gave me a wary look. “About what?” “Our grand adventure.” I leaned forward. “Picture it—Rain Kim and the Battle of the Elder Dragon. Bestseller material.” Colby smirked. “Oh yeah? And what would the rest of us be? Side characters?” “Nah, you’d all be in it.” I waved a hand. “You just wouldn’t be as cool as me.” Matt groaned. “So, it’s a fantasy novel.” Jesse muttered, “Or straight-up fiction.”

His prompts are like keys that unlock the doors to uncharted territories, inviting me to explore the vast landscapes of my imagination. In this realm of creativity and narrative, I am free to weave tales of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of triumph and despair. It is a place where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where the mundane is transformed into something magical. With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes.

I would have explored the world and traveled so I could meet new people and see new things. Even if I didn’t age, I could have learned how to hide my real identity. Like many fantasy novels that I have read or fantasy movies that I have watched, I could have learned something from them. Supernatural beings had always created new identities and never lingered in one place for too long.

Uncertainty hung in the air, yet the allure of the unknown called to me, promising revelations that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. With a determined step, I crossed the threshold, and the cosmic energies embraced me. Visions cascaded through my consciousness—scenes of ancient realms and futuristic landscapes, characters with untold stories, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies shaping destinies. The nexus became a kaleidoscope of narratives, each thread weaving into the tapestry of existence. In this cosmic dance, I glimpsed the threads of my own story converging with others, creating a mosaic of interconnected tales.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“What do you want to do in our ten minutes, my princess?” “Tell me a story.” “Okay. I will tell you the story of the sad prince who met the happy fairy.” That was the story Amir told her every night, it spoke of how he fell in love with Samanta and how he had to fight the king to have him let them marry and how the prince had to fight a terrifying dragon that threatened with stealing his fairy. In time, the story got richer fiction, to the point there were giants and purple bunnies, characters that Aháva added to the storyline.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

“Which one?” He stopped in his tracks. “You can write more than one at a time?” I nodded. “Hell, I can’t even read more than one book at a time!” “Some people are just gifted,” I said primly. “So, which one is your favorite novel?” Nate asked as we got to our seats. “Anything about werewolves,” Kimia answered for me. I smacked her shoulder. “Actually, I have a fun take on the Hansel and Gretl fairy tale that I’m working on. It’s from the witch’s point of view.” I pulled out my notebook.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.