Fictional Elements Novels & Stories

I was once again forced to speak to the man who broke my heart into a million pieces… I stopped writing and frowned at my words. I shook my head and deleted it. I don’t want to write yet another post about Brian. I thought about something Joseph had said on the first day of class and I started to grow inspired. Trying again I wrote: What is fiction? What defines fiction? Does it count as fiction if you’ve never seen something? Just because you’ve never seen a unicorn, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It just means you’ve never seen it. The idea that there could be otherworldly creatures living amongst us is crazy to me because it’s always seemed like such fiction. But as I grow older, and I ex

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.

What an idiot I am. "So, you're not going back to the class am I right!?" he asked and after thinking for a while I realized if I go back down Eros will say that I've went somewhere to hoe around and must have slept with a man in the mean time. But why did he thing so, I don't know. I'm still unaware of that. Those things which I saw earlier as a vision or something wasn't there in the fanfic I've read. What is it? Did I miss reading the chapters or the author didn't think it was that important to mention the back story of a villainess who died a pathetic death.

THE WORLD OF "FORBIDDEN MATE" Someone once asked me about the world setting of the story since they saw elements of modern and mediaeval worlds in the story. This is your answer, dear: In Story 1, the setting and world are a blend of supernatural elements and modern-day life. The narrative features caves and packs, which are key components of the werewolf culture. These caves serve as communal spaces and dens for rebel groups, where they hold meetings, make important decisions, and discuss their strategies. The packs, as you already know, represent a strong sense of community and hierarchy.

He asked, eyeing Wan meaningfully. “All of them are from The Unknown, I'm afraid.” Now Malikul understood why they were overly familiar with The Unknown’s rules. The inconsistent rules and self-centeredness were part of The Unknown’s rules, after all. “But some of the power isn’t available in the real world. It’s purely fictional.” “Like?” Wan looked up, his mind was working hard to remember one example. “I think… summoning death is just a fictional character I created just to fill in the slot.”

It is then I notice the hum. A faint, mechanical sound somewhere beneath the floor. A rhythmic pulse that echoes like a heartbeat that isn't mine. I press a hand to the wall...it won't budge. It isn't just solid. It is fortified. Lab-level reinforced, like something used to contain unstable rogue wolves and their element. Then it hit me. The stories. Whispers I heard as a child. Places that don't exist on the map. Where rare elementals are taken, dissected, repurposed. Not killed. Not enslaved.

If you didn’t like this story or concept, then pardon me in advance. One more thing, this story is fictional and based on my concept. So if ever you feel any scene is like any other story, then it will be a coincidence, nothing else. I will try my best not to give any similar scene/plot which you have read before in any other stories. This story is not having any relation with any character in actual life. All the characters and their names are fictional. The places will also be fictitious, i.e., the specific area or the directions because I know nothing about the places/areas.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

"He is." Fallon scoffed. "Marek? The Marek you wrote? The fictional killer with god-complex vibes and a weird obsession with forest silence? That Marek? The one I have to pretend like he is stalking you in school because you said so, even if I haven't set my eyes on him before but only read about him? That same Marek?" "He's not fictional anymore." "Elara…" Fallon stepped forward. "That's not how writing works. You don't scribble someone into life."

Keith shouted while the police surrounded him and Martina left the kitchen. “Oh, poor Keith! I knew that your greedy wife would leave you looking at how rich and handsome I am! I wore expensive clothes and shoes to impress her. And guess what? I succeeded. She became a way for me to reach you! I gifted her expensive things and she told me every little detail of this house and all the necklaces and gifts you’d been gifting her! Thanks to Henry for reaching out on time and helping me to take revenge from you. What did you think? You’ll steal things from people, kill my dad and nobody would know? I saw the CCTV footage and saw all the times you stole money and jewelry from our shop! You fooled