Fantasy Words Novels & Stories

Elements can be defined as Wind, Light, Fire, Dark, Earth, Water, etc. Faires: A small imaginary being of a human form that has magical powers. Gatekeepers: A person who watches the portals of the realms. Familiars: A familiar spirit a supernatural spirit often assuming animal form, supposed to attend and aid a witch, wizard, etc. Nixies: Small flying mermaids. Dragons: A mythical monster like a giant reptile. Hybrids: The offspring of different species. Tribrids: The offspring of different species. Faction: A faction is a group of individuals that share common beliefs.

Yesran believes that the mother has her reasons, and there is also a reason why she chose not to tell Yesran about it. Yesran secretly found out. New vocabulary that Yesran did not know. She had searched her cell phone search page but found nothing. The only thing Yesran found was a link to a fantasy fiction about werewolves. Everything. Be it heat, she, and mate, claims, they're all synonymous with werewolf fiction.

With each word that spilt from my lips, I infused the story with my own sense of awe and imagination, wanting to share the magic with Ezio. Ezio's eyes shimmered with anticipation, his tiny body leaning closer to mine as the story unfolded. I wove intricate descriptions of castles with towers reaching towards the heavens, adorned with golden tapestries and stained-glass windows that shimmered with kaleidoscopic hues. The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses, their petals velvety soft against the skin. As I continued to read, my voice shifted, becoming hushed and filled with tenderness. I whispered about the whispers of fairies that danced beneath the moonlit glade, their ethereal b

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Emma I’m in total shock as I follow Reed through his mansion. I’ve been here once for the event, but this time, we are walking through a more private corridor. There are so many doors... Geez, is it really necessary to have so many rooms?! “I’m going to take you to your room and tomorrow, we need to visit the black magical market for your familiar.” “familiar?” I ask in shock. It’s a term that I’ve only come across in fairy tales. It’s often used as a name for a witch’s sidekick, and their sidekicks are typically demons disguised as black cats.

"Mad? Yes I was mad at you at first but now i'm very glad, you know when Rodolfo told me about a new fairy to be reborn years ago I doubted it and didn't believe him, who new she would land right into my kingdom? You've just solved half of the problems glitz land has! With the help of a fairy the twin heavenly twin swords can be re discourvered and the immortal realm can be re opened!" The kings said in excitement. "And why are you so quick to conclude that she is indeed a fairy?" Gagé asked his father with uneasyness. "It is clearly written in the book of records, Inly a fairy has the ability to have purple coloured hair, and other magical powers, so i'm sure we are not wrong now are we?"

She couldn't help it, she hated everyone of them that didn't care. Letting out a deep breath she eased a tiny bit of tension, she shot her eyes briefly focusing on the sight of fire as the woods crackled burning from it's flames. Strangely it made her head calm a bit and the voices were gradually dissapearing then she twisted her face for a frown as if realizing something.

beautiful, glossy, excitingly sensual. 'You think I'm...exotic?' The husky lilt suggested that Jasmine's mind had only just caught on to that word and didn't know how to process it. 'Uh-huh...a rare, exquisite creature with glorious hair and golden eyes.' He stepped around to face her, smiling over the truths he'd just spoken. He lifted her hair up on either side of her face, then let it slide through his fingers to float around her like a living fan. 'Perhaps you don't know how rare you are, Jasmine, but I do. I do,' he repeated as desire surged again at the soft, hazy wonderment in her eyes...such asensuous look, fringed by the long thick lashes that brushed his face when they kissed.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

It wasn't something I had ever seen before, and flipping through it gave me an odd feeling, like the words were whispering secrets meant only for me. I read and re-read the same passages, trying to understand their meaning, but it felt like a riddle without an answer. There was something in there, something important, I could feel it, but it wasn't ready to reveal itself to me. It spoke of gods, dragons, and magic that I would had thought to be impossible if it weren't for everything we've recently been through.