Fantasy Village Names Novels & Stories

The name Forest Village was true to its name, the entire forest was just about 200 meters big, originally surrounded with a wooden logs wall, but with my army inhibiting the place, a steel fence was added to the wall making it more secured. Forest Village is a hunter village, the villager does not engage in farming, instead, their main products were firewood, dried meat, and fur. The whole village only has 150 population, there's 30 house in the whole village, 30 percent of the villager was an elderly, another 30 was adults and 40 percent was children and teenager. It was a simple rural village, the most interesting thing is, this village was known by Alemia southerners as the exile village,

But seeing it tonight, it was livelier than what the book made me see. Fantasians are all-over the place. Fooleys, sweeps, baylans, glacias, flamias, and other creatures I can't name yet are busy walking and buying stuffs in the side alleys. "This is amazing," I whispered with pure amusement. "You want to eat something?" Cool asked after slightly tightening his hold on my hand to get my attention. "Hmmm," I answered absentmindedly, still in awe in everything I see. "How 'bout Haba?" my forehead crease upon hearing an unfamiliar word.

Maybe yes. I told her that my name is Eschia and how did I come to his world. However, there is one thing that I should keep a secret-- and that is they are characters from my best friend's novel. It's much better if he will think that I am from the other world. "I see, Your story explains why your ideas are innovative, Chichi. I will read your business plan. George will fetch you tomorrow" "You're Highness, why are you calling me Chichi?" I tried to fake a smile but honestly, I want to whack him for calling me with an outrageous nickname.

After yes, but not before. The village didn't have a name; It didn't need one where it was. It was placed on the edge of the Chadel Dynasty. One of many border towns that were a deterrent to those of the South. Now that I think about it, I never really told you about the surrounding countries. It's not that important yet in my tale, but learning about the South is essential.

She's upset for a moment. Elise arrived at the capital as soon as the sun set. Last night, she was restless that she remembered something important from the book The Lazy Lucky Princess. There will be a cave of mana near the mountain of Yaven. It is known as a spirit mountain where according to legends, The Yaven Tribe traditional homeland. It was surrounded by river valleys and higher hills. The Yaven Tribe used to live at the mountain to guard the spirits power. Spirit power that can heal poisons and curse by dark magic. Many mercenaries tried to find the power but continued to get lost, which made the summit gather bad rumors.

Everett told them. "Yes, Your Majesty." They said. "Where do you want to go?" She asked. "I want to show you around. He replied. Everett showed me every area of the realm of Black Mist, and more interestingly, this kingdom has a town. "Did you see it down there? That's a town of Vampire Kingdom. The name of the town is Egralon." He said. "You mean, besides the vampires in the castle, there are also vampires out there?" She asked.

Was she ever going to see her father and her sisters ever again? The fayagan flew on and flying over a snow tipped mountain range they came to a kingdom called Monteg. A medieval styled kingdom established in the cold with a castle located right in the middle of the mountain range with the village surrounding it; small stone houses, a market and people walking about wearing fur coats and hats keeping warm from the cold.

There was a reason it was called the Nuxvar village, and that was because it was indeed a village, undeveloped and not bothered about change, or maybe they didn’t know about the change seeing that they were practically cut off from the rest of the world by the Oerth forest and the very crazy Goddess, Indie, of the said forest.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

We walked hurriedly looking at each point, passing through some streets to reach the main bridge that can take us to the village that is closest to the Petrified Forest. Darkness takes over the streets, few torches light the way. I see many torches ahead, and many houses, I think it must be the village. — Is it over there? — Balck asks, and Andrew just shakes his head. — What is the name of this village? — Bartari. You've never been here? — Only once when I came after you recently... — What were you doing in the territory, Balck? Weren't you on security with Noah?