Fantasy Story Writer Novels & Stories

I’ll sort out the stuff my from my bags later but before all that I’m going to check my novel first. [ Kingdom’s apart] It’s an action fantasy story where many countries struggle against the monsters that are roaming around their territories. It’s a story that I have been working on for quite a while now. It’s a hobby of mine that was developed after I read my favorite novel. I first started writing this story when I was in my last year of high school; I still haven’t written that much even though it’s been a year already. I was always busy doing school works and other various of things that I have been forgetting to pay attention to this. Since I’m still at break I will focus myself to writ

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth. (Author wanted to write a fantasy of abandoned souls and empty shells of hollow carcasses but the author is lost in a different world of his own thoughts and nightmares, he has a regret of being wrong at the edge of the clearest right opted path that he had pave for the truth and ended up with a lie of being good, but he is the worst of his own creation of any character and in every emotion that he felt but after the time has passed, he suffered like a shooting star and created a hinge in the depths of his stoned heart).

Especially, children. In the world of fantasy, I am known as Rain. I created my first story watching Rain and so I picked the name. More than three years passed and now I own three publishing houses in Italy. Dreamt to spread it all over the world one day. Soon, the car stopped in front of the hotel R.Ford. We entered inside and my assistant talked to the receptionist. Our arrival was already been informed as the receptionist showed us the way to the top most secure and prestigious floor. Ah... I rubbed the left side of my chest. My heartbeat has increased for no reason. A

Let them become your companions on lonely nights and your warriors on difficult days. And if something in this story touches you… Please let me know. Leave a comment. Share your favorite line. Talk to others about it. Because writers write alone… but stories? Stories live because of you. Thank you for giving me your time, your heart, and your trust. Welcome to a world where forgotten queens rise, dragon kings bleed, and fate bends to love. Welcome to The ruthless King's possession . With all my love, – Your Author ---

That is where you can find all that. I am doing my best to expand my worlds into a universe where there is just so much more than a single story that is one and done. I do craft my stories in a very specific way but there is so much more I tend to have about the world surrounding them that I have to pick and choose what to include and what not to include. Haha. .

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch

“I guess you could say that. And tomorrow, everything will be different. I can’t wait to start my new adventure.” “Well, it’s good to know that you are happy now. Just remember that you can do everything you set your mind into. No one will ever stop you to reach your dreams.” “Thank you! You always have a way with words, don’t you?” “Well, you might be the writer, but I am certainly a poet.” “Really?” “For real. So, if you need help with your words. Or perhaps when you get writer’s block, I am here. You can ask for my help. Just call my name and I’ll be there.”

He was an aspiring writer, a man who was slowly making a name for himself when everyone chose not to believe in him. His work doesn’t seem to fit the norm. When everyone was seeking love through poems and novels, he was writing about fantastical worlds of the unknown. Most people around him that had read his work believes that it fits as tales told to children.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”