Fantasy Word Count Novels & Stories

I have the same username across all platforms so I'm pretty easy to find. Again, thank you guys so much. You make all this possible. Make my writing and world building possible and I cannot thank you enough. <3 <3 <3 <3 Mish Some fun Stats: Final Chapters: 179 chapters Final Word Count: 301,000 words Shortest Chapter: 1403 (Chapter 2) Longest Chapter: 4169 (yeah...I kept that spicy chapter whole!) Started: 9-20-2023 Finished: 7-1-2024

“Indeed, there aren’t just ten forbidden spells! There are three thousand of them instead, but I just used one from the beginning to end just now! The Great Nightmare Spell! “You entered my nightmare from the moment you saw me. “All the forbidden spells you saw were fake. “Only this sword is real. “Maguire Fourcade, you old scoundrel. You’re pursuing the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell painstakingly, but you definitely don’t know there are three thousand forbidden spells in the world. I know what you are trying to do. The Fourcades have tampered with the platform. You are trying to capture my forbidden spells, but do you think you can steal them just like that? Unfortunately, everything you saw ju

he uttered. "Could you maybe just walk me to a hotel?" she finally suggested. (Hi everyone! I'm sorry for any misunderstandings. When I began writing this story, each chapter was between 2700-6300 words. Due to the cost associated with the lengthiness, I've had to divide the word count up to make them more affordable on this app. As you can imagine, this has caused far more chapters than I intended.)

I had a habit of writing diaries and making shayaris but I stopped that years ago. I opened my Shayris and started reading them. 'Hmm, I wasn't that bad. Maybe I should start writing again.' And the perfect inspiration popped in my head and my heart skipped a beat and got faster. I couldn't stop smiling. 'Ya Allah! I've finally fallen in love with Mr. Fancy Pants'

So gentlewolves (this is my nickname for my readers. I just came up with it, what do you my gentlewolves think?) So on to the reason why I am writing this note before the start of the chapter... I was wondering that maybe my chapters are too long So I'll be making it shorter Now instead of the 1k+ words I usually write I'll be writing 600-700 words from now till further notice That is if you my gentlewolves are happy with it

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world. Once she had the Word document open, however, she found she couldn’t concentrate. She sat there, staring at the screen, staring at the last few sentences which were waiting for her to continue the tales. The words didn’t come. Her mind was blank. No, that was a lie. Her mind wasn’t blank.

Shit, still at 88 words. Okay, 92 now. Bye and enjoy these carefully structured scenarios my brain won't stop feeding me!

The characters she encountered beckoned her closer, their eyes filled with the light of possibility, their words a promise of adventures yet to come. In this enchanted realm, every moment held the potential for a new tale to unfold, a new journey to begin, a new world to explore. The night was a canvas where dreams took shape, where stories danced like firelight, and where Mama Hazel felt the pulse of creativity echo in her soul like a heartbeat.

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape