Fantasy Story Online Novels & Stories

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

One triplet tells Nathan. Frederick gets to his feet, not allowing him to continue. “Your Majesty. Wolves are amazing creatures and are very strong. They will have their place in this fight. But Millicent is magically powerful. I’m not even sure. With all the power in this room, we can defeat her.” “Why are you not sure? You’re a seerer, aren’t you?” Nathan asked him curiously. I hear someone sucking in a breath. I assume it’s Anabelle who quickly leaves the room. Merida and Ellie go after her.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

My brain tells me that I don't have much time and I slide my finger toward her clit, rubbing her as I suck her. She shatters, still not screaming as loud as I want. Damn, what will it cost to make her scream? If I have to give her a thousand orgasms to make her do that, I will. Even if I faint afterward, it will be worth it. “Adam, are you listening to me?” My tutor’s voice snaps me out of my forbidden fantasy.

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

But apparently it was quite popular these days among the web novel fans. It was a typical and cliche romance story between a kind and beautiful healer and a crown prince of the empire. I admitted that it was pretty cliche, but the fantasy element still fascinated me. Before I knew it, I finished it in one sitting even though I should've probably been sleeping since I had a flight to catch in the morning. But I just couldn't stop myself. It was already past midnight when I finished reading the whole story, except the side stories. I really wanted to continue reading, but decided against it in the end and went to bed instead since it was pretty late already.

Among these, a book entitled ‘Archi immortalis’ caught his eye. There were also other books whose titles were written in languages ​​that he did not understand and some with alphabets that he did not even recognize. There was one labeled in a calligraphy that Viktor believed came from the distant Furu Kingdom that lay across the Black water lake and in the Southeast of the Republic, a Kingdom ruled by the Feral race also known as the Beast People. There were not only books, but also scrolls and even, curiously enough, a broken, baked clay tablet covered with signs that looked like crude pictograms.

Hello, everyone. My name is Ghloriyah and I'm a university student, doubling as a writer in my free time. I mostly write stories from the fantasy and chicklit genre. But I have plans to branch into different genres, in the future. Araknee: The Lost Princess is the first book I'll be uploading here. I will appreciate any feedback on my story so please don't hesitate to leave any comments. I love hearing from my readers. Thanks for taking time off your busy schedules to read my work. I update everyday at 5pm (West African Time) so please be on the look out. Thanks for your time and have a wonderful day.