Fictional World Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Are we characters too?” “Yes, we are and the author is the creator of this world who has put us at places like pieces of puzzle scattered all around the world. Some pieces might fit and some might not fit together, but when they are put in their right places with the right pieces — it creates an art — and it is called complete. That’s exactly what this world is — an assembly of all kinds of people who, when brought together, form an art.” “You make life sound so beautiful. Fictional life is the best life. Real life sucks,” I said.

Manuel Kagura's P.O.V The sky throughout Mundo da Fantasia was clear as crystal. The animals known as Neutral fera in this magical world of the terrestrial, aquatic, fiery, and aerial are flying freely in and playing around while others are singing. I’m standing in the air like a free bird as I watch the unfamiliar but enchanting world. I’ve never been to this place but strangely, I don’t know how but I know a lot about this world… The Mundo da Fantasia, a world so different from the world I am living in.

The world, events, organizations, and individuals depicted within these pages are products of the author's imagination unless otherwise stated. This story may also contain references to illegal activities, weapons, criminal organizations, and acts of violence. Such references are included solely as fictional plot devices and are not intended to provide instruction, encouragement, or endorsement of unlawful behavior. The author does not support or condone any form of criminal activity, abuse, harassment, exploitation, discrimination, or violence in real life.

Alexis asked. "In our world, you can't see the sun, just the moon. It is very dark because of black magic, princess." Yuka answered. "Our world is for all of the creatures of the night like demons, vampires, werewolves, and more." "There is another world like ours and they call it as Dark World. In that world, there is only one castle and it is called as Dark Hotel." "Dark Hotel?" – Alexis. "Yes. Dark Hotel – it is for all of the different creatures. All of them are welcome there without any discrimination." Yuka explained.

Jackolsha said wickedly. "This..." "Hold him so he couldn't run away! Since he is the only man-animal on this realm. We are going to disclose this truth! Or else the world will shake!" "This..." 'What is this world!' What is this world? Where Gods is the only men? So all animals here are women but used to change their appearances? "Tit!" ~Mission complete~ "Tit!" ~Ask for help, completed.~ To be continued... Satou, D. Vote ITIBT for more updates!

Where do humans go when they die? There exists another world, almost parallel to the human realm, known by its inhabitants, for lack of agreement on any other name, as the Otherworld. In this world exists many fantastical things, gods, and creatures of legend. Humans are reborn into this world when they die. If they were old when they passed they return to their youth, and if they were sickly they are healed, regardless of where they get sent. Humans who come to the Otherworld this way are called "Reborn"

The rule is that there is no rule, only the law of the strongest and nothing else. Just like heaven, hell has several floors and the further you go down, the more you lose your humanity and assert your strength. These kinds of people do not consider today's society as their own. No, they created their own world and the police and any authority figures have no business getting involved and they don't. In truth, the worst criminals in the world have never set foot in prison. In the Dark World there are no weaklings, they die even before the start. There are just hyenas, bears, wolves, tigers, panthers and lions.

He advised me as he patted my shoulder. “So I just want to know, where exactly is the place we're going to, I know we're going to a shapeshifters school, but where exactly is the school at?” I asked him. “Good question. Well just as there's a human world, there's also a whole different world for magical beings called “Mystical Land”. This world is inhabited by just magical and mystical beings like both of us.” “Ooh, so what you're saying is there's a whole different world just for magical beings, just like the human world?”

When Custos noticed it, the spirit chuckled before continuing. Custos continued before sipping the tea, "There are a lot more universes than you could ever imagine, and all of them differ from one another," Some are the same. Books that were written by imagination are simply like windows to that dimension. " Aesthelia, lost in the train of her thoughts, confusedly said, 'If that's the case, some of the authors imagined what happened from a certain dimension." The fiction turns out to be a real story now that I heard this. I don't know. '

I whispered. “The border between worlds. It is a place with no beginning and no end. Everyone dreams of it, some know of it, and few understand it. It is the fabric binding realms together. The place where myths are made,” he said, eying a particularly drunk looking fairy, goblet in hand, who stumbled and collapsed into a woozy heap. “Or, it's the place one comes to get piss-drunk and party until the Apocalypse.” I cringed as the fairy belched. “So, do you live here?”