Fantasy Webtoons Novels & Stories

After all, I was new to the area. I really just wanted to get to know Chloe. I remember one night we were talking. I was explaining I was half djinn and I asked her, "What would you wish for Chloe? Out of all the things in the world. Money, clothes, friends, cars... A lifetime supply of candy?”

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Felicia replied Zeus turned to leave "Wait!" She called out. Zeus halted and slowly turned back. "Recommend some online stories for me. I am bored!" Zeus let out a brief smile "Check out 'Guardians the last son of heaven" by Iyanda Michael and also look out for the next story of Victor Olusa, titled Blessed By the axe.. Many other ones, I will send it to you through messenger." "Iyanda Michael, I love that guy's story, especially John Mark and Gutaro. Victor Olusa is my favorite, I know his next story will be a banger!...Thanks" "My pleasure" Zeus replied and left the room.....

My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before I finally typed: Fantasies. The results were... underwhelming. No official website. No social media. Just a handful of vague forum discussions and cryptic reviews from anonymous users. “If you have to ask, it’s not for you.” “Just go. Don’t second-guess it.” “Best decision I ever made.” That was it. No menu of services, no explanations, no details. Just whispers and half-truths, the kind of thing that only made my curiosity burn hotter. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well. The witch seems to follow my line of sight, as she quickly reaches beneath the map and pulls out another paper, except this one is small and light, and contains a rough sketch of what looks like some ancient, forsaken building. “It is the forbidden Castle,” she says, rolling the sheet and placing it beside a pile of heavy, dusty books at the edge of the table. “These tell tales of a once flourishing Castle spelled a long time ago by one of my irate ancestors, Marina,” Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.

Tears rolled down her face again. I grabbed her chin and pulled her towards me, kissing her deeply. Her hand was clutching my shirt as I pulled away slightly. “Tessa, I want you as my mate, my Luna, to one day mark you, showing you off as mine completely. I want to run the pack with you by my side. I want to take things slow with you, show you a life as if you were a character out of a book, like the ones you read. Get to know you, more and more, the bond is growing rapidly, my mom even sensed it. I don’t want to mess things up with you, to where it would cause you to want to leave.” I said softly. The feelings she has are new, she's trying her best to figure them out.

The only problem was that they weren't interested in me. I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student, and I wasn't the captain of the football team - I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and did such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness. I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.