Fantasy World Meaning Novels & Stories

he murmured; his imagination unhinged as he thought of what lies after the portal. His thoughts were of different worlds, a place made entirely out of snow and ice, a mountainous region with large flying birds, a world that burned, a city made of steel, a world where peace reigned. All these things were in his head as he tried to sleep. The curiosity consuming him from within. He wanted to know what was beyond it. He had to. But he shouldn’t. Vida New York City, Earth

Knowing he's watching me sends chills down my spine, for some reason. "For a while now, I've been having visions. Usually they are about people, some sort of elite group that lives in a large castle, but some give me a view of the world beyond the castle. Based on what I've seen so far, I think we've landed in the world of my visions. Based on the conversations I've witnessed, I also believe that this world is not a physical world, but exists in a sort of spiritual sense, and is also the home of the Shifters.

"Are there no slums in the Land Under?" Famallumi cocked his head to the side as if thinking over Rhychard's question. After a moment, he shook his head. "No, not really. The faerie world lives to beautify its surroundings. We work in tandem with nature to produce a better world. We strive to see things grow, to create art that stands the age of time and embraces those around us. We endeavor to return to the land what it has given to us."

It was a world of magnificent fantasy. This was a world dominated by demons and beasts, so it was rare to see traces of human activity on the ground. Occasionally there were one or two towns with tall and thick walls, but a few people lived inside. "This magical weapon at Level Four is almost like the most advanced jet plane in the previous life, and it is really cool." Ding Hao thought to himself and began to turn over in his mind the strength of the surrounding companions.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“Because after this amazing experience with you, if I die today and if there is another life, my soul would recognize you when we meet because your soul has mixed up with mine.” A shiver ran up her spine at his words because they took her mind back to Devon and how he’d been so certain that she was his mate. He knew he would meet her even before he did and that was the inspiration behind that remarkable painting at the gallery. What had he called it? A Werewolf Fantasy?

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

"Since I came back from hell, I won't be suppressed again!" "Marquis Fengtian, as I said, if I come back from hell, you must regret what you did that day!" "You're my enemy again and again. I want you to pay the price now!" Then, the four domains of Caspian appeared quickly. A world full of gods and devils appeared behind Caspian. This was a world that only belonged to Godfiends. Some Godfiends were cultivating, some Godfiends were reading scriptures, and some Godfiends were reproduction... The five elements of Yin and Yang, the the Great Tao of the heavens, were a complete Godfiend world.

Everything was white above the horizon. So this is my cognition world. A cognition world is according to the books are the magicians' place where they cultivate their power. A place where they make use and practice their initial control, a place where they create their own spells and incantations. I looked around and found out that the place was empty. All I see is an infinite white background. This place is lonely, dull, and empty. What a cognition world I have. This is within my expectation as I don't belong to this world. How could I have something, when at first I didn't even have power. I'm just merely borrowing this body and identity.

Fantasies are often pictured as the 'epitome of a perfect world' by both young and old alike as a lot of things and happenings that are deemed impossible could be possible in the realm of fantasy. Existence of magic? Possible. The existence of angels and demons? Possible. Even the existence of flying pigs which is considered to be one of the most ridiculous ideas could also be possible.