Fantasy Worlds Book Novels & Stories

Plus, I use my phone to write so some letters might get in the way of words they aren't supposed to be. For supporting me by reading my story(ries), I really love you for that. Seriously, I love you genuinely for that. You can please leave a nice review on this book with a good rating if you want to (your reviews make me happy and love you guys more). If you haven't checked my other books out on Goodnovel. You can please do so. Here are their titles: – His Obsession. – Crossed Paths. I'll be starting a new novel titled 'Heart of My Other World' (not totally certain about if it's the next one). It's going to be a fantasy story in a unique way and I hope you'll love it.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

“Why would it have been with the Book of Whispers?” “The Book of Whispers wasn’t a good thing. It wasn’t created to be used for good. It’s dark magic,” Arthur begins. “The same dark magic only very specific witches are allowed to learn about. Curses, afflictions, the works. It could create, and open, realms. It also spoke of other worlds outside of our own. Worlds of danger, of evil… and how to open portals to… possibly the afterlife and beyond. It predates the Firestone witches by a millenia, at least, and no one knows where it came from or why it was created. When the Firestone witches discovered it, they hid it away in one of their temples, believing it was a book belonging to the oldest

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

Plus, she knew she would be with Egon once she’s become a better version of herself and it made her feel good. -Have you built your own world? I have built my own world but not the modern part. I did my world building in the fantasy realm. The modern world is the same as ours but I created a fantasy world myself. We didn’t get to explore more of it in this books and barely saw some glimpses of it. Blood Bound has more detail of the realm of magic and I guess a full introduction to the magical world would come in a book based in that realm. There is a book I want to write about it. In Between a lycan and a wolf we got to see magic spirits though, I didn’t get to introduce them in Blood Bound

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.