Fantasy Visual Novels & Stories

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

It was as if everything in this world was locked in a magical photograph. Oliver intertwined his hands, making a round gesture with his hands in the air as he muttered chants in an unfamiliar language. His fingertips were filled with small lights like fireflies, slowly scattering in the air. These small lights became tiny stars in the narrow space of the room. Slowly, the small lights enveloped each one of them and they were eventually swallowed by a big array of portal that appeared at the center. Val Village, around nine in the morning, near an unnamed lake. A pillar of light shoots down from the skies, illuminating everything in its surroundings. Right then, seven figures walked out from

A storm behind his gaze. She reached toward the vision. “Lucas…” But he didn’t hear. Not yet. Another flicker. Clara, her arms around a boy—Drift. Ashani beside them. Stone crumbling behind. Light spilling from a wound in the earth. And then— The other vision. A shape rising in a black sea. Not Varethkaal. Something else. Taller. Thin. Crooked-limbed and crowned in coral. Its eyes were not eyes at all, but spiraling voids of song.

Directed. Wolves in dark armor approached from the shadows, blades gleaming with anti-magic runes. Aria met them head-on. The air around her burned, searing symbols into the ground. She spun, fire trailing behind her like wings. The magic poured from her like a river unleashed, and with it came visions—flashes of a temple long lost, of warriors with eyes like hers, of Lyanna as a child… weeping in the snow. Lyanna rose beside her, her own hands igniting with violet fire.

The sky lights up in whisps of lavender, pink, and gold, and encompassing it all are silver outlines of strangely beautiful designs that cover the entire horizon. My breath catches in my throat as I look up and watch the fascinating shapes take form. I feel the energy pulsating from them, and I sense the battle halting, the warriors paused mid-attack. And now, I can see all of it in my mind, a bird’s eye view of everything around me despite the mix of silver and grey fur that blocks my wolf’s direct vision. A few men lie on the ground covered in blood, naked, their hearts stopped—their number exactly equaling the number of hell hounds Assanan had conjured.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

I felt the presence of something ancient and powerful, a deep connection to a lineage that spanned centuries. Agatha's chanting grew louder, more intense, as the visions became clearer. I saw a mighty dragon soaring through the skies, its scales shimmering in the sunlight. I felt the heat of its fire, the strength of its wings. I saw a fierce battle, dragons fighting alongside wolves and Fae against a dark, malevolent force.

A shiver runs through me, and I start to have a vision. Inside my mind's eyes I see a portal to the fae world open, I see the silver haired man being dragged into it. I see Hilda smirking with an unsettled look on her face. She seems happy that this man is being dragged into the portal. The vision shifts and he’s over me, inside of me whispering sweet nothings, and then I see fire falling from the sky. I see destruction and death, I see a pack of wolves being slaughtered. My vision twists once more a young girl brings light from her hands, she’s weaving magic and healing wolves. My hands shake as I watch her on a battlefield that hasn’t come to pass yet. I know this girl. I must find this si

He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was here right before one, there was no way to deny that fact. The side of her lips lifted a bit. “What do you think?” He didn’t say anything. From all the mythical books he had read, only dark creatures had red eyes, and the most famous were… vampires. What was more peculiar was he had dreamt about them before. In his dreams, everything felt real. It was like something about them kept on haunting him. “A demon or a vampire?” He didn’t want to know but he needed to. “Both.” His jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that this couldn’t be real, but altho