Fantasy Visual Novels & Stories

Torren and the other warriors stood tense, their eyes darting to the surrounding trees as if sensing an unseen threat lurking in the shadows. Inside the golden archway, Rollan floated in a realm beyond the physical, a space where light and shadow intertwined in a mesmerizing dance. Images swirled around him—wolves running under a blood moon, their howls echoing through the void; a child standing atop a mountain, crowned in flames that neither burned nor flickered; a river of stars flowing through an endless night. Rollan giggled, his tiny hands reaching for the flickering shapes, his mark—a crescent etched on his chest—glowing brighter with each touch, as if drawing power from the visions th

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

Its feel under her fingertips was icy, as though it were draining warmth from the very air around them. She opened her mouth to speak, to call for Damien and Lucas to secure the area, but words died on her lips as a wave of power slammed into her consciousness. The courtyard vanished behind her eyes, replaced by a vivid tapestry of shadows. She saw a cloaked figure standing over a massive table, scattered with fortress maps, each pinned with dark shards that glowed whenever the figure’s hand passed above them. In the vision, she heard the low murmur of arcane chanting, felt the clammy press of an unseen presence. The figure’s face was obscured, nothing more than a void beneath a hood, yet sh

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

The thought unsettled me. Shaking it off, I rushed to the sphere, its surface pulsing faintly with hidden energy. Pressing my trembling hands against it, I closed my eyes. The images came instantly, flooding my mind. Chains clinked. Screams tore through the silence. I saw creatures of Velmoria—fairies, beasts, and spirits—bound like rabid dogs, dragged mercilessly through the forests. Their cries echoed through the night, but no one came to save them.

My lips parted as I took in a deep whiff of dry air and exhaled slowly before placing my hand over the cup. Her instructions played in my head: visualize the power flowing through your bloodstream, gently moving towards the tip of your fingers. Imagine lifting the water from the glass with the powers and moulding it into a ball. Sounds simple enough except I could hardly visualize anything with the image of Alaric's dead parents room flashing through my head. Focus Sera! I bit my lips till I tasted blood, closed my eyes slowly and began to visualise. What would I love my power to look like? The colour associated with water was blue, but it seemed too basic.

“Our job isn’t to give them what they think they want. It’s to give them what they don’t know they need.” He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing behind my chair. “Pull up the mood board again.” I did. He leaned over my shoulder to look at the screen. Close. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body behind me and smell the faint trace of his cologne. His hand rested on the back of my chair, his fingers brushing the fabric near my shoulder. “These images are beautiful,” he said quietly. “But they’re expected. Safe. I want something that makes people stop. Something that feels a little dangerous.”

“Let her be! Shes a nutjob Erebus responded with disgust, he pulled out the pills from his pocket and tossed it towards me, I fell to my knees, towards it popping two into my lips…. “I love you, you belong to me! Always remember!” The last voice in my head spoke, and for the first time, I could see the Image clearly… I wasn't a psycho.. Or maybe I was, but then.. The image eased up in my head, and I could see it. It was Erebus, the man of my visions.. It had been Erebus and he was dressed in a grn satire robe. “It was you.. All along! The man of my dreams. It's you!” I muttered and then my eyes closed shut while I hit my head against the floor.

She may be able to feel other people’s emotions, but she will also be able to project her emotions to them. “Hi Mom,” Ora says as she sits next to me. Mom, she called me mom. I can’t wait to tell Edgar. “Ah, Ora. I have something for you.” Frederick reached into his pocket. “It was one of the first visions I ever had. I didn’t know who it was for, just that it was important to someone. I saw a picture in your Aunt Jo’s room and knew it was for you.” He reached out with his fist clenched. Ora reached out and Frederick dropped something into her hand. “I have kept this safe for over forty years.”

The vision tries to pull me back in and it hurts, like ice burning my skin it prickles everywhere and I struggle to hold my focus, but if this is on me and I want to end this I have to fight. I take a deep breath and let the scents around me solidify my strength. I think about containing the evil magic that has been forced onto these beautiful plants. I imagine a glass bubble and siphon the navy mist inside where it can’t harm anyone else. My breathing is labored and I am sweating now, but it is working. The visualization is helping me clear my vision. The whole clearing is in my view now. One more surge of ice shoots down my spine, through my heels and into the ground and then my body