Fantasy Story Writer Novels & Stories

A/N In case you have a fantasy you want me to pen down, just comment on it, and I'll pick the new stories from it.

⸻ 🌙 The Writer Understands The Writer slowly stepped forward. ✍️ ⸻ For once… He wasn’t an author. ⸻ Just a lonely person. ⸻ “You watched us leave.” ⸻ Silence nodded. ⸻ “Again.” ⸻ The Writer lowered his gaze. ⸻ Because he remembered. ⸻ Creating stories. Creating worlds. Creating characters. ⸻ Trying to fill emptiness. ⸻ Exactly as she once had. ⸻ 🌙 The Null’s Choice

CHAPTER 18 DAYLIGHT AIDEN I write and sometimes I paint. At first I started with writing stories, stories of strong heroes who went off to distant lands to vanquish powerful foes and bring honor to their kingdoms. I wrote of princesses trapped in magical towers, fated to live a life dictated by their horrible conniving mother but through the power of true love and determination manage to free themselves from such a fate. One time I wrote of a ghost that haunted a village for a hundred years but that ghost was actually a misunderstood little boy longing for a friend.

“Where did he get this?” Farida shrugged. “He didn’t say. Besides, I kinda believe he made that story up to give the painting an air of mystery, not that it needs that to sell by the way.” “You may be right,” Erin said, her eyes still glued on the stone. “And on that note, I say we get on with our work for today,” said Farida.

I’m wary of making him too perfect so I’m definitely trying to add faults in his character. After this story is complete I plan to write one called Warrior’s mage. I am actually very excited concerning both of these and I haven’t liked writing a story this much since The Mafia Prince. My least favourite story that I’ve written is Just a Bite. My favourite completed however, is probably demon king. I liked the pacing, the plot and the ending was reasonable. Don’t want to spoil it so I won’t say anything. I wrote just a bite when I was 15 so clearly it is not up to par in terms of grammar or writing skills. I simply hope to improve everyday :).

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

…………… Author’s note: Hello my lovely readers, Who is excited for a grand wedding???? This story is going to end soon. Thank you so much for being such an amazing readers. I will miss writing this story but I will come up with another story soon. Please support my other work too! For the meantime, if you are looking for a fantasy and supernatural story with a lot of humor then try reading ‘Vein on Ice, Hearts on Fire’. The story is just amazing and Author is also really polite. Let me know what you think about my story by commenting and please share your valuable review for the same.

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .

I made sure to enjoy it as I felt the familiarity of the old wrapping around my thoughts. I explored and figured the power of storytelling through what I was writing. Through vivid descriptions and captivating narratives, I could transport myself to every moment of this soul's life. Envisioning the smiles and tears of this soul...even in realma that were beyond beyond imagination. This soul came to life before my eyes, embodying the archetypes of ancient deities, fantastical creatures, and wise mystics that surrounded it. A smirk appeared on my lips as I could see that this soul was going to be involved in a lot of things. I didn't erase them, I just equipped it with the right temperament fo

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head. I continued walking and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. But there was nothing, though. That’s it. Grandma's stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer. And I swear that to the moon!