Fantasy Words Novels & Stories

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.”

But without seeing what’s in there, I am only speculating. I got down on my hands and knees, not knowing what to expect. But as I pat the ground, there is nothing but concrete covered in hay. “What the goddess?” I mutter. There was a wooden floor on this part. I know what I saw. She had to be a witch and must have cast a glamor spell or something. I don’t know much about witches. But I’ve heard they can do things like that.

Charlotte asks while looking at the page filled a list of words that looks like they are arranged in alphabetical order. Katya and Azraiel scoot closer to get a better look at what she is referring to. Katya scrunches her brows in concentration trying to translate any of the words with the letters they have recognized so far. Azraiel picks up the page on which they have written the translated symbols. “No..” He whispers. Katya and Charlotte look at him in question. “These are not herbs or ingredients for any spell.” He picks up the pen and translates the word he has been looking at on the blank paper.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

The line in his forehead deepened. “Vanire means transportation magic.” She squinted and murmured, “Stupid!” “Oh, teleportation, and what is Swasah? I heard it many times.” “That’s equivalent to hello. It’s a faerie greeting. Now you know, dumbass!” Winzi saw the mortal clenched his fist and silently gritted his teeth. “You’re a foul-mouthed witch! I wonder if this place taught you that, at least, humans are well-mannered.”

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.

And yet, he gave himself to Hades tonight. The word Possessor was not a word to use lightly. It meant "I give you possession of all I am.” There was another word that was never used, a word that meant so much more than Possessor. Hades only knew about it from old magick texts he'd collected over time. But it was a word passed down through the no-furs, every one he'd encountered in his work knew it, even if they were reluctant to use it. Now he wondered if it was originally a Persian word as it sounded like they had very different views on how one was supposed to regard their no-fur.

He closed his painful eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and took the book in his hands, using the magic words linked to him by Malison. "Hurry, let's go!" He called out to the girl who struggled to get back on her feet. Green light flashed in his mind, then a purple smoky glare, then the familiar sound of the words zipping through his head as they sought for a possible route to escape. "Please can I come along too?" The others at the Alphas' feet beckoned to join in the movement and they sprinted out of the palace. The moment they gained an angle of escape he pulled out the magic book and brought it to his mouth, clicking the pages together, each word coming into existence, linking t

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."

Then magic spells could be easily cast by simply reciting and chanting the keywords in the right tone and rhythm and with the right amount of mana manipulation. And the longer the keywords in chanting, the stronger the power of that magic spell is. For unsafe language, the current most effective verbal language for casting magic is called rune language, which Restia, Ruby, Principal, and Lefiya use— it's visibly more powerful than the language the magical beasts use. For example, if it was a simple lightning magic spell: 1. Detta, þruma! (Fall, lightning) 2. Cadere, tonitruum! (Fall, lightning!)