Fantasy Texts Novels & Stories

Books that were too dangerous to be read casually, or too tempting, or too full of the truths that had been scrubbed clean elsewhere. I trailed my fingers across them until one stopped me, the weight of its presence making my skin prickle as if there was a faint hum underneath it. The title was worn, the gold lettering almost faded entirely away: On the Phenomena of Elemental Convergence. I carried it to one of the shadowed tables and opened it, fingers moving carefully as I let myself into the world within its pages. The script was tight and angular, the kind that had been written by scholars who favored precision over beauty. It started innocuously enough, a dry treatise that began with th

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”

"They focus on immediate grievances while serving purposes that span centuries. Lord Elaric destroys the old order to fuel his romantic obsession, never realizing he's clearing the ground for us to plant something entirely different." The crystals flared in unison, displaying images that would have terrified anyone who understood their implications. Ancient texts written in scripts that predated the current kingdoms. Ritual circles carved into stone by hands that had been dust for millennia. And at the center of it all, the theoretical framework for magic that transcended the limitations of elemental affinities and bloodline restrictions.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Could it be that dragons really exist? “The texts on it belong to the ancient texts of the golden era,” Alex continued but soon he shook his head. “This map is not complete. This is just a part of it.” Cheryl asked, “Do you know the ancient texts too? What kind of texts are they? Are they the Olmec hieroglyphs?” Alex shook his head. He learned these texts through the legacy of the Ultimate Book of Medicine too. For example, the texts formed in the art of Zharvakko were ancient texts and the many runes on the Zharvakko talismans were in fact of these ancient texts.

I could practically live here if I had a mind to. The cases are full of ancient texts made of stone, wood, and papyrus. What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on them, not just to read, but to feel the weight of their history. How many preternaturals have held these items in their bare hands and the creature who created these? Amazing, just amazing. “This is incredible,” I murmur, letting go of his hand. I run my fingers along the glass. Some texts are barely held together with bits of string. Some are bound by ancient leather or some kind of soft cloth, almost like muslin.

I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well. The witch seems to follow my line of sight, as she quickly reaches beneath the map and pulls out another paper, except this one is small and light, and contains a rough sketch of what looks like some ancient, forsaken building. “It is the forbidden Castle,” she says, rolling the sheet and placing it beside a pile of heavy, dusty books at the edge of the table. “These tell tales of a once flourishing Castle spelled a long time ago by one of my irate ancestors, Marina,” Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.

Had she been spread out on the chaise, just so? Did she know the man was watching her? Did she fantasize that he would move slowly toward her and then press his hands on her breasts, her belly, trail fingertips down her until he cupped her sex, finding her wet and wanton, turned on by nothing more than the direction of her own thoughts? Chloe's body quivered, as if she could make the fantasy her own. With a little smile, she dropped the book and stood up from the bed. Time to make dinner, Chloe thought as she put the book away and headed for the kitchen. As she took out the pot from the drawer, she was halted by a knock on the door.

Was there a guard with them to make sure that they were safe? To his amazement, the torches began to come closer and closer, but they were not torches. The closer they came, the more he realized that no flames or smoke accompanied the torches. The glowing lights drew closer slowly and in unison, holding Danshak spellbound. He was so mystified by what he was witnessing that he could not move or even blink. “Who goes there?” One of the guards called out when he too finally noticed the unnatural light that was approaching the camp in the dark.

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.