Fantasy Worlds Novels & Stories

I rested my face between my hands and laughed incredulously at how stupid I was at that not-so-distant time. In spite of everything, I felt happy to have learned a lot and grown from it all. The submissive and foolish Helena no longer existed and I couldn't be prouder. As Queen Beyoncé would say: Who run the world? Girls! Which meant that no man deserves to waste our time and our mental health. I opened the book, hoping that I could concentrate on the subject, since my mind kept focusing on only one thing: John and Cassie's breakup.

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

I leaned forward to hear more. "They claim they are dragon princes, and they rule the shifter world. Which is a world that exists in our world but another frequency. Only those that can tap onto that frequency can see into their world." he said, and I froze on the seat. The air conditioning was on, but I felt myself sweating. It was the same explanation as that banned book. Could they have read it too and created a fantasy in their heads?

𓅪 THE TALE OF ECHOR A few thousand years ago there were two worlds connected. This is the world of Earth and the world of Echor. The world of Echor has three types of creatures inhabited by Elves, Dwarves and Muggles. Meanwhile, on Earth there is a creature called man. Fun, abundant and full of laughter envelop the two worlds. But along with the change of time, so does the change of man's behavior. They learned to be greedy, to be selfish and to be oppressive.

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'

Rei sat at one end, Dante at the other. “Good to see you’re all in good shape,” Rei said, his tone clipped. “I’ll be brief.” Everyone straightened in their chairs. “I have dragged you all into my world. A world of shadows, blood, and secrets,” he said, tone even but eyes cold. “In return, I’ve given you power. The kind most would kill for.” He locked eyes with Dante. “Well, except you,” Rei added, a small smirk ghosting over his lips. Dante didn’t react.

So, with them, when dates were casually forgotten, they were casually changed, bad things happened. Like the gods that lost their power, the fine lines between worlds that were forgotten, one day they would depart. All this, because no one would remember them, so with them the powers that still inhabited some regions, or sustained several places, lost their power, with them came disasters, the end came to each of them, with them, the places that once existed, no longer exist, their worlds have come to an end.

Others lay pale and dead, as if the colour had been sucked out of them. This was not one wasteland. It was a whole wounded world. The thought made my chest tighten. Everything we had talked about became real from above. Kingdoms. Territories. Dead zones. Trade paths. Places no one returned from. Crowns fighting over land that could still breathe. Wraiths taking ground. Dragons ruling ruined beauty. People living somehow in between it all. My fear grew. So did my wonder. Because even broken, the Outlands was not small.

At this level, civilizations could alter planar laws, manipulate causality, and even create entirely new universes from nothing. Their immense domains required communication networks and data stations within the Fantasy Dimension, storing civilization data in high-dimensional spaces for instantaneous access. Due to the Infinite Space-Time rules of the Fantasy Dimension, locating an adversary’s information space was virtually impossible. “The Aslant Civilization is gone, but their data archive remains intact… and now, it’s all mine!” Logo chuckled foolishly. Lombart glimpsed this through the rearview mirror, muttering to himself: “Looks like I need to prepare a psychologist for the young mast

And it was on the promise Roman had made her—that he would burn the world down before he let them take her. ​Wait for me, Roman, she thought, her eyes fixed on the shadows at the top of the stairs. Because when this world burns, I want to be the one holding the match.