Fantasy Word Count Novels & Stories

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But sometimes, it's depressing to think I cant never be enough for this field. I leaned on my chair and stared at the ceiling as I clicked the last word of the draft. I don't know if I should continue this. I don't have a proper outline and I can only write a thousand words per chapter which is unusual of me because I usually write three to four thousand words per chapter. I just couldn't find the write words to exprss how I feel. Or maybe, no words could define the thoughts I want to substantiate.

I felt myself being lifted off the ground, felt myself being pulled into some kind of vortex or whirlpool. I tried to cry out, to scream for help. But my voice was trapped in my throat, unable to escape. I was powerless, helpless, as I was sucked deeper and deeper into the unknown. As I tumbled through the darkness, I caught glimpses of strange and fantastical creatures. I saw beings made of pure light, their forms shifting and flowing like liquid. I saw creatures with multiple limbs, their bodies twisting and contorting in impossible ways. And I saw Brigitte, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. She was laughing, her voice echoing through the void like a madwoman's cackle.

Later! Author´s note: The chapters are divided because of the count of words. When I wrote the story the chapters had 3k or more words, so I am spliting the chapters, this way it will be cheaper for every readers. Thanks for the support. I wait for the comments. Kisses to all of you.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Hello beautiful readers, It's actually a very long journey, but see who's not giving up. Yep! That's me! The journey of a thousand miles, will sopn come to an end. And guess who's happy! That's me! I actually cannot wait to finish this book. On to 200k word count. Wish me luck, and drop a thumbs up and a vote if you've been feeling my story. And from the bottom of my heart, thanks for staying. Love love love you all. Muah!

Above them there was no sky, only a vast expanse of grey, fading into black in the far distance, broken by innumerable spheres of mirror silver that floated serenely through the 'air'. This was Michael's first visit to the higher dream worlds. He had spent a week clamped in 'training wheels', as he referred to it, stuck in the near Astral plane. Julia wanted to be sure that he understood the basics before letting him go further. He had used the time to 'improve' Lucy, and had discovered that the way he wanted her was not as far from what she was as he had thought. After a few nights work making dream suggestions, Lucy was a complete slut with exhibitionist tendencies, a strong liking for bon

no villain this time I promise but I can't promise that one of them won't become the villain. I might end up changing the whole setting of the story but the characters will remain the same and they will do what they intentionally planned to do. I intend to make the story reach 200k words and with that, it's going to be my longest book...I can't believe I wrote so much. The word counts used to scare me too much. This was actually my second book and still, I love it the most cause it just tired out so well...and still I changed it so much. But it's just getting better as I make changes in it.

With every season, the place had answered them, and they had answered in return. “The third novel is at twenty thousand words,” Elian said. “Good?” Dante asked, already knowing the answer. “Extraordinary,” Elian said. “Every morning. It just—” He lifted a hand, fingers opening like a flower. “It just comes.” “Because you’re in it,” Dante said. “You’re writing from inside the thing you’re describing.”