Fantasy Visual Novels & Stories

As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory. She was being pulled towards this place by an unseen force, but when she tried to go any further, she suddenly disappeared, and a wave of darkness overwhelmed her. However, the visions continued to come and go for several minutes before fading away. Finally, as the last traces of light faded away, the vision ended just as abruptly as it had appeared.

“Yes. He spent months working on it in his office and as soon as he finished it last week, he brought it down here.” “Why here? Why not out there in the main gallery?” Farida shrugged. “I don’t know. He has vehemently refused to display it and wouldn’t say why. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is for me to leave this beautiful body of work to remain hidden here like this. Trust me, if this baby makes it to the front, it will be snatched up within seconds.” “I know,” Erin agreed. “Does it have a title?” “A Werewolf Fantasy,” replied Farida quietly. “I love it.”

What I didn’t know though, was that there were two sources of visual inspection taking place. One viewpoint was from the perspective of a calculated potential of what was to be gained by the use of me, while the other perspective saw a more human side of me and contemplated the worthwhileness of fighting to acquire me. As we passed through the gates of the Citadel they began to clang metallically shut behind us. No matter how many monsters may exist beyond these walls I had the feeling that we had just entered the belly of the real beast. ********* Far away the secondary observer of the events taking place in the abandoned settlement closed his weathered monocular telescope as he debated upo

Images burst behind her eyes—violent, chaotic visions that feel all too real. A woman with starlit hair stands in flames that do not burn her. An ancient symbol written on dark stone pulses with energy. Blood stains fresh snow in patterns forming words she shouldn’t recognize. A voice chants in that language—a blend of familiarity and terror. Wolves bow before a throne forged of bones and promises, embodying raw power capable of reshaping worlds or unmaking reality itself—creating new universes from mere thought. The visions disappear just as abruptly as they appeared. Ivy blinks and refocuses on Kai, but she's changed now—entirely different.

The moment her fingers made contact, a jolt of energy surged through her, and her vision blurred. The images were fleeting—dark shadows moving across an endless landscape, swirling in a violent storm. Figures, cloaked in darkness, whispered words she couldn’t understand. And then, in the distance, a massive beast with eyes that glowed with the same eerie light as the symbols appeared, its presence so powerful it seemed to rip through the vision itself.

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.

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. 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 transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Or die trying. With one arm wrapped protectively over my broken ribs, I lifted the wand and closed my eyes. I took a shallow breath, agony radiating through my nerves, and visualized where I wanted to go. A snow-covered forest, the mansion looming over a rose garden that bloomed in winter. The vision firmly set in my mind; I pushed my magic forward with all the strength I had left in me.

She looks so exhausted. Carlisle’s eyes soften as he sees her and I feel a wave of jealousy hit me. But I shake it off. It's my Luna and she deserves that love. Maybe it's not for me. “Now I want you to visualize the magic that is harming Carlisle.” Ruth mutters. I frown. “Eh? But how do I visualize it? I don't know what it looks like.” I say and she chuckles. “Don’t worry. Just close your eyes and think about how it can look. The image will come to your mind on its own.” She advises.