Fantasy Writing Novels & Stories

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

She had wanted to write a Fantasy novel to break away from her writer's block or rather the huge boredom she had developed from writing too much romance. Well maybe the strange creature lurking in her dreams may have also inspired he rash decision but was she going to tell Ray? No. She was going to write Fantasy gor sure. Maybe about a Werewolf? She wasn't sure but it was time to do her research.

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

"Her way of narrating, for that era, is bold and open, inviting reflection on how she finally opens up to writing those murky fantasies." "You hit the nail on the head; she writes some very murky fantasies. Do you have a favorite?" "What?" I asked, my voice slightly higher due to the implications. "I meant if there's one in particular with which you connected more on a writing level, one that made you feel more," he said in a husky voice. "No, although I understand the point of fiction, I'm not really into that... I mean, I..." I had no coherent words to respond to him; that was undoubtedly a problem, a big one that I didn't even know how to grasp.

Now a publisher was interested in me and not only that, but the owner of the company was also my favorite author. At first, I didn’t know he was the author of my favorite books, but he told me he was and that was part of the reason he was interested in my work. His books are what inspired me to write fantasy novels. The main topic I focused on was dragons. Cyran also wrote dragon fantasy, but unlike mine, his weren’t focused on romance. Having read the email a hundred times, I still couldn’t believe that in just three hours I would be meeting my idol. It was weird that I would be meeting him at his house, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Many people now preferred the comfort of their own h

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

But without seeing what’s in there, I am only speculating. I got down on my hands and knees, not knowing what to expect. But as I pat the ground, there is nothing but concrete covered in hay. “What the goddess?” I mutter. There was a wooden floor on this part. I know what I saw. She had to be a witch and must have cast a glamor spell or something. I don’t know much about witches. But I’ve heard they can do things like that.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

“Mostly fantasy books… like romance and stuff.” “She is being modest. She has written seven books so far.” You could tell Wade was proud of her. The way he looked at her with admiration in his eyes was warming. “They are about werewolves, but in more of a fantasy setting. However, your story might make for a good plot.” Courtney looked between us. “I’ll look forward to our story being published!” Courtney’s face lit up. “Really? You would let me write about it?” I was a little confused. “Sure, why would I not let you?”