Fantasy Words Novels & Stories

he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

She starts to utter strange incantations and spell in a strange language even to her, a spells she mayn’t have known the meaning without her spell grimoire… Awn ard: Eywros a gorsed, Naweth gwindwyth aedhmi’m hil, awen clwym i’m fwyd, rhyvenen i’m gwareth. Awn deif i fawr: Mithruin gwein ich heulwch—mewn symud yd a chymy, awen i’r donn. Rhu’s sarafad, uwel hethrai, awen i llygadwaith y Lleiaf:

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

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.

As my story has developed, I have added in a Fae language. Since the story lines follow ancient Greek gods and goddesses, I have used ancient Greek for the Fae language and Latin for witch's spells. I might as well put all those high school Latin lessons to use. Truth be told, I love languages, especially my own native language, Māori. I did think of adding that into the story line as the Fae language, but I didn't think it fitted as well as Ancient Greek.

Fеlicity's voicе, infusеd with arcanе powеr, еchoеd through thе air as shе commandеd thе crеaturе in a languagе not hеard by mortal еars in cеnturiеs. Thе words rollеd off hеr tonguе in anciеnt, guttural tonеs, a languagе of forgottеn incantations and forbiddеn knowlеdgе. It was a languagе spokеn only by thosе who had dеlvеd dееp into thе darkеst cornеrs of magic, unlocking sеcrеts that othеrs could not fathom.

– Draygonian-- their language – F'sheerah- bastard – Draygon- their world – Shoranta-- choosing – Chrindalla-stuipid/brainless/useless – Niss'arn- Follow me – Afrima- ass – Wisira- whore, slut, sextoy, – Yeish-hell (a desolate waste land where the wind blows so hard the scales will rip of your skin) – shambrashi draygonain-counsel – Norshhem- treaty – Drayssnor- My King – Drassnara- my Queen – Sanshas-Poisonous creatures that look kind of like lizards and kind of like eels – trussha- female genital- pussy – Narhas'fa- Green Draygons – Hars – slang for Green Draygon Juice (Narhas'fa Hars) – Goorian- ocean that connected this continent and another one. – Cariissan- Black Draygons

I knew it. I opened it and flipped through the pages until I landed a fourth of the way through. This version was in English, but more of an Old English. Some of the words were a little foreign to me and yet I was still able to understand. The page I landed on stuck out like a sore thumb and I knew there was no way I just happened upon it by chance. ‘Unbinding spell. To return something that has been taken…’

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

“Please.” You just keep repeating that word like it has no meaning.” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher, and I could imagine him narrating an erotic audiobook.“I don’t know!” I answered.Spank.I gasped.“You do.” He rubbed the place in which his hand had landed and continued talking. “Now tell me.”I bit my lip, and I felt another spank, then a rubbing. “OKAY!” I screamed. “The wand. I like the wand.”“Good puppy.” His hand went to my cheek and rubbed it. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.”I nodded.“Now open your mouth.”