Fiction World Novels & Stories

“Of course, I read books, you know. Some stories say that fireflies indicate the presence of elementals, and others say that they are lost souls looking for the pathways towards the afterlife.” “And do you believe such stories?” “Sir, it’s a myth. A fantasy. It isn’t real.” “But what if they’re real? What if there is a different world that lies somewhere out there?” Steffy was quiet for a moment. “Yes, there are two worlds, Sir Greg. And only the other one holds complete power and absolute wealth.” “What about the other world?” “I won’t say much about it. That world is full of filth and poverty. No one from the first world would ever desire to tread in there… but of course, sometimes a man s

What does it mean? Sorens already started shaking his head. “My queen, you don’t understand. The forgotten world is the only thing we can remember from that time, every other thing has been mixed with fantasy and falseness. It is just a myth that has been reformed and retold too many times. Not a lot remained of the real story. Some people say in the forbidden world, magic existed, Trees could talk. Nature could commune with humans and a plague which made fathers to kill mothers and sons to kill fathers existed but we don’t know anything about it.”

Chapter 3: Author's POV Imagine a world secluded on an icy plain, carved from the frozen wilderness of the Arctic and bordered by an ocean. Somehow, life thrived, and magic did too. Werewolf packs emerged, but humans infiltrated as well. The initial migration into werewolf territory was once deemed a problem, and the killing of outsiders ensued. This bloodshed, however, stopped when the werewolves realized they needed the humans just as much as humans needed them. Human ingenuity, vital for innovation and development, complemented the werewolves' ability to manipulate and stabilize the harsh climate. Over time, this mutual dependence forged a fragile harmony—a delicate balance between the or

Williams replied and brought his face closer to Rio's. "Let me tell you a Story, Rio. Wanna hear it?" Williams said while Little Rio nodded his head repeatedly and giggled, he loved it when Williams told him stories, they were always interesting and always soothed his heart, they'd make him sleep though. "It all happened a long time ago" He started "In a different World from Ours, called Croxx. There existed beings who possess the earthly bodies of Humans but with immense Capabilities, creatures known to us as demons" Williams Explained while Rio drawled, then blinked before giving Williams a go ahead kind of look.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.

otherworldly. It was the night of the full moon, a time when the boundaries between the natural and supernatural worlds blurred, and ancient magic danced in the moonbeams. Silverwood Falls was no stranger to tales of the supernatural, with whispered legends of werewolves and spirits haunting the mist-shrouded woods. Most dismissed these stories as mere folklore, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to them.

"Five hundred years ago in our kingdom, in Leafland. Where Nymphs are the ruler. By creatures I mean Gnomes and Elves, Fauns and Faeries, Goblins, Ogres, Trolls Sprites, Bogies, Elvens and different kind of Nymphs such as Dryads, Naiads.. They tended to it and looked after it, playing, dancing, and singing in it, caring for injured animals, resolving species conflicts, sitting on mushrooms discussing import issues while drinking labrador tea.. the little ones riding downstream on leaves and bark, and parachuting from trees with dandelion seeds.." he stopped for a while looking at the moon.

my eyes grew wide " tell me you lying, for what though? One thing I know is that they don't get along very well and I also don't know why, some about the past, I swear I didn't know shamika once lived here it's weird that I don't know her " I said thinking about it it's just weird " she never lived around here all I know is that her and Connel once had some before you came in the picture and he up and left her after making her have an abortion " my Jaw dropped

’ He took the bottle, open the lid, pour the pill on his palm, and raised his hand to his mouth. The magical planet Lei and Alex deviated to was called Fleuandert. This world was the complete opposite of scientific planets. Here, there was no science. Things like flying exist here without the need for scientific explanations. Everything was purely based on magic. No matter how illogical things like a person breathing fire in the ocean, a turtle getting tired of walking and started flying in the air, a hyena marrying a cow— producing an offspring, a bird transforming into a fish- I mean mermaid usually seem, they were a hundred percent feasible here.

He wore a robe made of the same liquid-mirror as his ship. "I am The Architect," he resonated, his voice a sound of a billion voices speaking as one. "I planted the seeds of the White Wolf on ten thousand worlds. I introduced the 'Friction' of the Rebel to see if the soul could survive the entropy of the stars. You are the only world that reached the milestone without becoming a machine or a cemetery." "Then we passed?" I asked, my golden eyes flashing with a hard, lethal resolve.