Fantasy Things Novels & Stories

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

Life has come Bonds have been made Mysteries abound Miracles are laid Science is Magic Souls do Love Good can’t change Evil is Lurking The Worlds Changing Two came in Now Two must leave Balance must have Harmony Hate is Coming

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

Almost all of it is wildly overgrown, and as usual, we see no signs of life. We take a short break for lunch. Kai is out scouting, so I sit with the Miracles, exchanging small talk and making guesses about what we might find once we enter the other world. Radar’s fantasies are the wildest—she’s guessing fairies and unicorns as well as monsters. Sneak’s are the next most imaginative, filled with wild combinations of beasts. Gryphons are the only ones I’ve ever heard of.

Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the creatures around them. Unicorns grazed peacefully on lush, vibrant grass, their manes shimmering with iridescent hues. Phoenixes soared through the sky, their feathers leaving trails of fire and light. Xienma felt a surge of awe and wonder, her connection to the ancient magic within her growing stronger with each passing moment.

nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.” Corey stared at the box, what is inside? She held it tightly. “Something he wanted you to have when the time was right.” Corey’s pulse quickened. His mother slowly extended it toward him and for the first time that evening, the warmth of the family dinner disappeared. Because Corey suddenly realized something. Morgan hadn’t simply disappeared, he had left pieces of himself behind, pieces that were still waiting to be found.

It felt like I was a page ripped out from one story and forcefully pasted in your book of life. Mom brought storybooks of princesses and prince, angels, demons, mermaids, fairies, magic and whatnot to make me believe that magic exists. And like Cinderella, one-day Kirito will come to my place and take me away to a huge castle and angels would guide our way forever.

Creatures of legend, long lost to time, but still mentioned in whispers by those who believed. My eyes skimmed over the names, fascinated by the variety of beings that had once walked the earth. There were shadow walkers, creatures made of living darkness; phoenixes, birds of fire and rebirth; and water nymphs, elusive beings who lived in the depths of the ocean. My heart quickened as I read, excitement bubbling up inside me. The world was so vast, filled with mysteries and wonders I had never even imagined. As I turned the pages, I found myself lost in the world of the book, captivated by the endless possibilities it presented.

In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of magic and wonder. As she raised her hands, a vibrant glow emanated from her fingertips, illuminating the night sky. Stars danced and swirled around her, responding to her every command. In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance.

But without seeing what’s in there, I am only speculating. I got down on my hands and knees, not knowing what to expect. But as I pat the ground, there is nothing but concrete covered in hay. “What the goddess?” I mutter. There was a wooden floor on this part. I know what I saw. She had to be a witch and must have cast a glamor spell or something. I don’t know much about witches. But I’ve heard they can do things like that.