Fantasy Writing Competition 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Nope. They are from a clan that practices witchcraft. They live in the next town but their location is uncertain. But that family is powerful. An Alpha would have a hard time if he encounters a highly skilled witch or wizard. He might even die if it’s a serious case. We have no Alpha here. We haven’t been able to produce anyone good enough to receive the Alpha title in years. Our last chance is in less than a month’s time during a competition.” “Are women allowed in that competition?” “Yup. The bracket is from age 16 till 29.” Rolandro said. “Mind if I ask? Have you competed in that competition before?” “I and Mel had to do so but we lost.” “How about I compete then?” she asked with sparkli

She stabbed the paper with her finger right over the line that read "$10,000 Cash Prize." The figure certainly drew Bella's attention. She read further and her interest dimmed. The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha's Pet Contest Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY 11 p.m. — ??? Winner receives access to the Alpha's Dungeon, a $10,000 cash prize, and the coveted diamond collar! "What is this?" Bella asked warily. "It sounds like a cheesy reality show." “That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys

—he grins, not the least bit chagrined at his boasting— “I am here to introduce you to the basics of our Fashion Females Under 25 event. We will have three weeks of competition, with a pre-selected theme introduced at the beginning of each week. You will create five looks for each show, which will be attended by a hand-selected grouping of Madame Corbin’s fashion- obsessed friends, who will provide feedback on your work. Of course, our winner will be chosen at Madame Corbin’s discretion. Questions?” When they were silent, he continued. “However, before the competition begins, we felt it would be exciting to have a bit of fun.” “Fun?” Katarina echoes, sounding like she doesn’t know what the w

The pen had stopped moving and she was in the Destiny Land looking at the new word formed in the manuscript, Shala in the Human World looking at the sky with his gaze traveling into fairy Land, and Ginevra in Morvin Hills looking at her hands absorbing remaining water drops …all said in unison, “WAR.” Announcement-: Dear readers, I am very happy with the love you are giving my book. I am going to publish the second book too within some days. Kindly check on that too. It's a contest book with Werewolf Genre. The book is going to a be a short one. I hope you will give your love and keep supporting me always.

everyone finds her fragile to be a participant in this hardcore competition, but no one can't oppose the decision of the Bowl of fire. She bowed to the Lord with respect and sweetly waving at the audience, each head again turned to the fire bowl. Mars and Marcus' heartbeats pace up, both looked into each other's eyes. On the one hand, Marcus is quite confident they will be definitely selected while Mars, whereas on the other hand, Mars is nervous about the event and their participation. In this competition, only young generations of princes, and princesses of the magical world can participate and can win the competition showcasing their mental, physical and magical powers.

He laughed sadistically pretending and enclosing the fact that was his surprise was ruined. The Teenage Magic Competition was a very salient Magic Compitition, where more than a fifty selected students, participated from all around the Human Empire go against each others to learn Alchemy, the highest level of magic known on the Empire, they were held every 10 years and so everyone was basically pumped up .

As the guests were whispering among themselves, Zeke suddenly added another sentence, “We understand that the cash reward alone might not arouse everyone’s enthusiasm as a few million dollars means nothing to everyone here.” “Therefore, we’ve decided to add another condition to the competition. The winner of the competition is entitled to choose to walk away with the five million dollars cash reward or to take away something belonging to the loser!” “The winner of the competition will always be superior over everyone else and all other guests would have to show utmost respect to the winner. In the future, everyone is required to obtain the consent and agreement of the winner before doing any

After all, he was my numero uno fan. “Not really… well, kind of. My manager told me about this competition all over the States when I went to submit my draft to her, it’s about writing an original novel on any genre the writer prefers. Whoever wins—I think there will be one from each genre—will get their book published nationwide and sign a five-year contract with one of the famous publication houses.” I explained. “Ah! That’s great! You decided on what to write yet?” he asked curiously, laying his head on my lap as he did so. “I could give you—”

“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.