Fantasy Vs Fiction Novels & Stories

Apart from anything, there was blood all over the nice, clean, white shirt Michael was wearing; his own blood. "Oh, but you can," Julia replied. "Have you ever heard that legend about dreams where you're falling? Normally, you fall, but you never hit the ground, right? Supposedly, if you land, you die in your sleep." "I know that," Kelly supplied. "Right," Julia nodded. "For most people, there's no real chance of death in their dreams. If they are about to die, they wake up. We're different, especially when we enter another person's dreamscape. If we die here, our minds die, and our bodies are left as lifeless shells."

Beautiful. I tilt my head. "You have many books like this... Are they mating guides?" She groans. “Oh my god—no! They are not guides! They are… they are stories, okay? Fiction! Fantasy!” I nod solemnly. “Training scrolls.” “NO.” I rise slowly, holding the book like sacred text. “You studied these to prepare. You have wanted a mate like me for a long time.” “I’m going to pass out.” “You are ready for me.”

There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control. For a moment, I wondered if he was talking about himself. "What about you?" I asked. "Do you read?" "Not fiction. Too much make-believe." "That's the whole point of fiction." "Maybe. I prefer reality. Even when it's ugly." "Reality is overrated." "So is fiction. At least reality doesn't lie to you." I wanted to argue, but something in his tone suggested this wasn't a casual observation. We talked for over an hour. About books and work and nothing important. About Phoenix and Seattle and the difference between rain and desert heat.

But other than that, you can't tell anything is wrong with her. Fairies are connected to nature just like nymphs and sprites. We all share a special sort of bond to help the earth grow. It's our job as nature nurturers to keep her safe and healthy. So when something comes along and tries to destroy it, she cries out to us for help. Some of us are gifted with a special healing ability that works on nature, but unfortunately it doesn't work on people, or I could heal myself.

I found myself sitting up straighter, suddenly interested. “Take Jekyll and Hyde, for example. Or the selkies in Celtic mythology—seals that could shed their skins to become human. Werewolf legends. Vampire folklore.” His eyes swept across the room. “Stories of beings that walk among us, hiding their true nature behind familiar faces.” “But those are just stories,” said Marcus Webb from the back row. “Made-up stuff to scare people.” “Are they? Consider this: what if these stories persisted throughout history not because they’re fiction, but because they contain elements of truth? What if the line between fantasy and reality isn’t as clear as we assume?”

“THE REVENGE” “Come along with me kids and help me with the mansion tour” Our father smiled. “Sure.” I nodded in approval. My dad started off by showing our huge front door. A front door that could accommodate a family of giraffes. “That’s huge” Caroline chuckled. We moved to our living-dining-kitchen. The living-dining-kitchen area was one spacious area with unbelievable long range mountain views from every spot. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings, and plenty of amenities make for total relaxation.

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

It reminds me of when the light catches the water back home by the stream. Spending hours at a time there, I would often dream of princes and princesses. Knights and everything else that goes with that kind of fantasy world. The only difference now, is that there is a political side that I never realized existed. Afterall, romance novels and the like don't usually get into politics and things that aren't fantasy.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.