Fantasy Writing Novels & Stories

“Maybe start with the ones that are constantly at the forefront? The ones demanding attention? They might be the ones you will need and that’s why they are always there.” Willow nods and smiles, maybe then her mind will finally give her a break; let her breathe and think of something other than spells for once. She begins writing. Every now and then she asks Camille for help with things she’s uncertain of; hours seem to pass by as she scrawls black ink across the pages, sometimes telling Camille the spells, recipes and information as she writes them. A lot of the others pass by but don’t ask questions, seeing that she’s busy.

She looked down at the hundred of miles that she could fall to and panted heavily, looking back up so whoever had her hand could pull her upwards. She was pulled back to her feet by the man. Myan coughed a little and tried to catch her breath, attempting to recover from the shock. She gasped when she met the gaze of her saviour. It was the lord of the world of fire. It's my first time writing a fantasy book but I'm yet to get any comment, please let me know your thoughts. Join the facebook group Faingels for more interaction.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

He was an aspiring writer, a man who was slowly making a name for himself when everyone chose not to believe in him. His work doesn’t seem to fit the norm. When everyone was seeking love through poems and novels, he was writing about fantastical worlds of the unknown. Most people around him that had read his work believes that it fits as tales told to children.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

I sigh, I'm so tired. That took more of me than I thought it would. I'm pretty sure it's the dark magic that is suppressing my magic. It feels sluggish inside me. It's draining all of my energy. I want to lay down and close my eyes for a moment to rest... But I'm not done. I try to get to my feet and I sway. Woah! I'm so freaking dizzy right now. When did the trees start spinning? I try to reach out in front of me to steady myself, but only succeed in listing to the left.

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"

"Your lord father never told it to you?" Bran shook his head. The day was growing old by then, and long shadows were creeping down the mountainsides to send black fingers through the pines. If the little crannogman could visit the Isle of Faces, maybe I could too. All the tales agreed that the green men had strange magic powers. Maybe they could help him walk again, even turn him into a knight. They turned the little crannogman into a knight, even if it was only for a day, he thought. A day would be enough.

“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?