Fantasy Story Writer Novels & Stories

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head, continued walking, and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. There was nothing though. That’s it. Gramps' stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on a 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.

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

Due to writer's block, Siren's blood will be on break for the whole of April 2023, it will come back next week better. I have been going through some lack of creativity in the story, given it my first fantasy story and I need a lot of work to tackle the genre in my own way. I have a clear vision on how I want to steer the story, I just don't know how to execute the ideas yet, I will be learning more about the genre and the mythical creatures I plan to introduce in the future.

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)

Hello, This story has come to an end now. I just wanted to thank every reader who has supported this story over the past few months. My intention with this story was to create a CEO story that BxB story readers can enjoy as the genre is normally dominated with straight stories. I will miss writing this story as I had fun creating all the different characters. I am planning to enter the 'A Touch of Rainbow' contest at some point so you will all see me sometime soon. I am very excited for the contest. Thank you again for all the support. Cassandra Kim

Hey Lovely Readers, This is my first fantasy story, my own imagination of creating a new fantasy world of a unique kind This is my original work and if I happen to come across this story on any other platform, I would be disappointed with such replication. Please forgive me for my grammatical errors as English isn't my native language. I would highly appreciate your feedback, suggestions on my mistakes. This story is written primarily for teens however it's open for all age groups as all of us love a bit of fantasy. No mature contents at all. I hope you will love reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love Your Author

I said. My vision began to clear. The Weaver's logic—the cold, analytical overlay that had been dampened by the sound of Florence's raw cry—didn't return. Instead, something older took its place. The unpolished, messy instinct of a woman who had spent fifteen years ghostwriting stories for people who wanted to feel something real. Stories about billionaire monsters, werewolf mafia lords, and high-tension tragedies where the only way out was to burn the whole book down. I didn't reach for a needle. I didn't reach for a scepter.

“I don’t know that I don’t believe in it. I think you have to wonder where the stories came from. Every myth stems from something. What sparked the stories? And it is so elaborate. It would have taken a mastermind to just make up this whole world of people and give them each a story.” He looked thoughtful. “Isn’t that what fiction is made of? Don’t authors, like Tolkien, create fantasy worlds?” “I suppose but the mythology goes back centuries.” “I like that you are so enmeshed in the idea,” he said. “It’s what makes you a good teacher. You make it sound like you were there. When you talk about them, I feel like I’m listening to a good gossip sit down at the local bar.” I burst into laughter.

Conrad and I actually had some fond memories together. Before Kelly showed up, Conrad would always accompany me to set off fireworks on my birthday. When I was younger, I didn't know that wishing was supposed to be done silently, so I would always say my wishes out loud. In just a few days, whatever I wished for would appear, sent over by the Reeses. As I grew older, I stopped saying my wishes out loud, but Conrad always managed to learn my preferences from my friends.

A soft, unspoken smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Same genre as this one?" he asked. "Not really," she said, her face brightening with enthusiasm. "I’ve written two fantasy novels and also a book with sci-fi themes. I usually don’t like focusing too much on romance." Demetri could easily see that. Snow had always brought a spark to her storytelling, a refusal to stay confined within any one genre. She thought pure romance was boring, something she had told him before. That’s why her stories were always wild, twisted, and full of surprises. It took not just imagination, but also a deep understanding of the worlds she created from scratch.