Fantasy Texts Novels & Stories

I wanted to be invisible to everyone else. Something in him shifted. His gaze dropped to the bag and lingered on the pile of books inside, darkening. He rose, restless, and pulled one free, his fingers tracing the brittle pages as if searching for a fault line. "Did you look at them?" he asked. "No. I didn't have time. I came straight back here," I said. "Why?" His expression grew grave. "Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have."

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.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

"Cassius, I can't read most of these. Perhaps you could take the elven texts, and I'll focus on what I can, the ones in human languages?" "An efficient division of labor," he agreed, his gaze distant. "I will trail a shelf behind you." "Perfect." I turned back to the colossal task. While the majority were indeed in Elven, a substantial collection of human texts was interspersed among them, secrets bound in familiar words.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

“Move out of my way. I have work to do” “Would you please tell me’’ Keith blocked Martina’s way and insisted her to answer. “Where is my favorite meal? I thought you’d bring something from outside that’s why I didn’t prepare dinner for today.” Martina shouted and moved Keith from her way “But what made you think that I'll bring dinner today?” “This gold chain!” She held the shiny chain in her hand angrily. “I haven't received my salary yet. This is just a gift that I bought for you from my savings. I don’t have any money I promise.”

Emily, our fearless leader, had brought with her an assortment of ancient texts, their timeworn pages whispering secrets and untold wisdom. We huddled together, surrounded by weathered tomes and scattered parchments, each bearing cryptic symbols and enigmatic diagrams. Eagerly, we delved into the depths of knowledge, dissecting each text with a thirst for understanding. The air crackled with anticipation as we deciphered the intricate mysteries hidden within the ink-stained pages.

I sit down and look out the window at the trees for just a moment before turning my full attention onto the tome in my hands. I opened the tome and skimmed over the old text, I was surprised when I seemed to be able to read the old languages without much thought. Matilda slithered through my mind letting me know that she was the one helping me. With how old the text seems to be, it makes me wonder just what and how old Matilda is. As interesting as the text is within the tome, I skim through the pages looking for anything on the Lycans. I was expecting more but only found a small selection of text portraying the Lycan's history.

The books were on the table, a fresh sheet of paper lying beside them, but there was no girl. I was shocked at first, but then I saw that this new sheet of paper bore some strange handwriting. Instinctively, I picked it up and behold, it was a full translation of one of the pages in the ancient text. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the window, holding the paper toward the light. “When the shadow drinks the light, and the silver eye is swallowed whole, the womb shall kindle fire— rebirthing a demigod of blood and flame.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.