Fantasy Traveler Novels & Stories

A thing that didn't exist yet. She wove the story of a traveler who came from a far-off world of green forests and gentle streams. This traveler arrived in this chaotic place and was not afraid. Instead, the traveler was amazed. They saw the beauty in the crystal desert, the life in the jungle, the wonder in the floating city, the peace in the ocean. The traveler didn't see four worlds fighting. They saw one world of incredible, impossible diversity. They saw a masterpiece. She poured this story into the Loom and let it flow out into the chaotic world, not directed at any one reality, but as a gift to all of them.

I am so exhausted and I badly wanted to lay down on my bed now so I could sleep. While the car is moving, I was not able to roam my eyes in the places or people we were passing by. I actually has this attitude where I roamed my eyes every time I am in a trip, but today I did not bother to do it anymore because my body is worn out. I felt drained. No, I really am. When we arrived at the Sweet Havens, I just found out from the taxi driver that I had been paid for my fare. Of course, who else would do that if it is not Darrel? But it is a big thanks to him.

the young man asked with amusement. Lana nodded. "Yes, exactly twelve in the morning, and my age changed from twenty-three to twenty-four, and this is what I do," she said, following her word with a weak laugh. Amusement remained on Andrew's face. “So what do you mean by that? "He asked. "What if I don't want to do it anymore?" Lana asked, laughing mischievously. Very quickly, the young lady saw the immediate blaze of seemingly small flames in the young man's eyes. Then, without a word, he touched both her thighs and pulled her closer.

She thought she saw her lift her head, the pale and glassy eyes almost-focus on her then slide away. Zlo brushed past her and she shuddered. It stank of Dirk’s rotting flesh which it seemed unable to cast it off. Its own calloused grey hide showed through where Dirk’s skin had stretched too tight or torn. She felt her sanity slip. My mother, she reminded herself, she will know what happened to the traveller. What traveller? A traveller. A traveller with the caravan. The man beaten and bloody. The king. The Mogul! The traveller who was the Mogul.

Their sophisticated heating systems and bedding were amongst them. Fiona watched her companion while he prepared his bedding. She never took the time to get to know him. Of course, the fact that Lucy adored him enough to be betrothed spoke considerably about his character. Even so, it was actually nice to get to know him first hand, even if it was under such circumstances. He’d proven to be strong and steadfast -something she never would have expected from a traveler. In truth, Fiona knew very little about travelers. Since they weren’t of the magical realm, her books contained minimal information. She’d met only a few and they weren’t from her era. Brandon was, in fact, the only traveler she

He smiled with approval. Professional travelers were of a supernatural nature that set them apart from the others. Their skills were never simply traveling. Some had the ability to perform a decent amount of magic. Some could influence the thoughts in the mundane’s head. Some had calculating minds that were phenomenal in staying one step ahead of the enemy during war. Whatever the extra, you could bet that there was another ability mixed in with the time travel talents. You could also be assured that all travelers were doing the bidding of the conclave.

I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this. “I, Thalia Carnell, renounce the lunar pack and tag myself as rogue” A slight pain shot through my nerves but I had known better. I stepped out of the border, I could hear a loud growl indicating the alpha had come to know of my leaving our pack. I sprayed some smell maskers and ran again.

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.

I wasn't ready to face that aspect of this trip. "Yeah, somehow, I don't think this experience is going to be quite like going to a tiny island near Fiji." I snorted. I couldn't help it. I snapped my hand to cover my nose and mouth and the smile I tried to hide. Through my giggles, I confirmed, "You're right. It's nothing like blue lagoons and island princes." "One time, and you're never going to let that go, are you? You weren't even there. I never should have told you."

With every footfall into the unknown, they embrace the promise of adventure and the inexorable pull of fate a fate that will lead them to encounters, challenges, and revelations that will forever shape the course of their journey and the destiny of the Enchanted Realm. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that