Fantasy Words Novels & Stories

"This.. this is insane, mother. In fact y'all are insane. Witches? Power in my blood? What bullshit thing is that! That's the kind of thing people make up in stories for children and I know that I'm a full grown adult so what's all this nonsense, Mother?" Florence chuckled softly. It sounded cold and amused. "Looks like you've snapped out of whatever that peasant did to you. I like that. Well, as for your question, darling, stories come from truth. Origins, love. Humans only call it fantasy because they are too weak and stupid to comprehend it."

The first sea dreamed in deep blue and waited to be named. The gods opened their palms, and all manner of beings tumbled through the light like spilled jewels and thorns together. The wolves came first, because that’s what wolves do. They ran out of the old forests onto new plains and threw their heads back and howled at a moon that had never been hunted. The fae arrived with the arrogance of a people who had always been beautiful, and found the beauty here too big for their old ambitions; still, they tried. Witches and wizards stepped through last, blinking like they’d been indoors for centuries and needed to relearn the sky. Kitsune trickled in between everyone else, laughing, leaving foot

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

she muttered again then bit her lower lip when Andrew's finger started coming in and out of her entrance. Lana opened her eyes for a moment, at the same time Andrew's lips twitched again. "I would like to hear more of those, sweetheart," she said as he moved even faster to seduce her femininity with his own finger. Lana got up with a great relish. In a few moments, it was as if she was a fish that had been removed from the water because of her consecutive breathing. "Oh, Andrewwww ...." Her long moan after a few minutes of the young man's flirtation with her femininity.

But seeing it tonight, it was livelier than what the book made me see. Fantasians are all-over the place. Fooleys, sweeps, baylans, glacias, flamias, and other creatures I can't name yet are busy walking and buying stuffs in the side alleys. "This is amazing," I whispered with pure amusement. "You want to eat something?" Cool asked after slightly tightening his hold on my hand to get my attention. "Hmmm," I answered absentmindedly, still in awe in everything I see. "How 'bout Haba?" my forehead crease upon hearing an unfamiliar word.

’ My wolf is speechless as I collect myself and my lips begin to move, speaking a dialect foreign to me. Words are popping into the front of my mind and it’s gobsmacking how I can decipher them enough to pronounce them like I’ve always known the dialect. The room comes to life with wisps of ethereal lights dancing around me, intertwining with the ancient magic of the Grimoires. The shelves tremble, and a soft hum fills the sparkling air.

Chase said. "In fact, the layers of these worlds seem to borrow heavily from Earth. Take the first level, for example. The jackal-men and rabbit-girls seemed strange to you, right? And then the second level's kingdoms and dark wizards, those might seem weird at first glance too. "But if you've ever read or heard of Western-style fantasy novels, you'd know these worlds fall short of true fantasy. In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions.

I tried to think about how it went; most spells were in Latin because it was the wizard's natural language. I stared down at the paper, focusing on each word as I waved my wand over the pages and spoke the spell that I remembered Damien teaching me forever ago. The words on the pages started to glow and suddenly they were bouncing off the page. They were glowing so brightly; that I had to squint to look at them as they bounced around the forest ground. I followed the words that were now moving on their own and glowing brightly. They started to pause right beside their items. I smiled as I grabbed the first time. The moment my fingers grazed it, the words would disappear and reappear on my pa

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi

"What's the point of the words?" "There is power in words. Add that power to the power of the right stone and the magic increases," Tansy said, laying out an aventurine with the word "harmony" etched across the surface. Buttercup immediately thought of Famallumi's magic as he told the story of creation. His words brought forth sights and aromas, bringing the oral history to life. "There is definitely power in words. I've seen it." Tansy gave Buttercup a sad expression and then handed her the aventurine. "Why don't you keep this with you. It looks as if you need it."