First Fantasy Novels & Stories

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.

So where was everyone? Even as the thought crossed his mind, he saw someone stepping out of the nest house carrying a shack hat rattled and clanged as he moved. And a lantern in his other hand. Silver knew at first sight that the man wasn’t one of the villagers. The clothing and the eye colour were all wrong. Water elementals had deep blue eyes, but this man had red eyes and like that of a fire elemental.

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

I then say the words needed to ensure the magic comes to life. “Gada prati vadha. Sarve.” Sickness to death. Everyone. “What fuckin’ language is that?” Grizz huffs from his spot back in the chair. I suppress my growl, annoyed that he’s interrupting me. “Sanskrit,” I grumble. “Aren’t spells usually done in Latin or somethin’?”

they barked. The Bloodfangs weren’t trying to kill us. They were herding us. I turned sharply, just as a screech echoed from the cliffside. A massive form emerged from the mist. Wings. Jagged, skeletal. Eyes like molten gold. It wasn’t a Bloodfang. It was something worse. “Revenant!” Freya shouted. The beast let out a shriek that rattled my bones. Revenants were ancient—monsters twisted by the old magic buried deep in the land. Few who saw one lived to tell the tale.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

She vaguely remembers hearing the name in one of her visions. “Serliciaus was the first ever witch. He/she, no one knows. Stories say the Serliciaus removed their gender so they were not defined in a way that affected their magic, or others’ views, on what they could accomplish. Serliciaus lived for hundreds of years; they had the power to alter and stop their growth, the power to change things, they didn’t need to call upon the ancestors to get the power. They could draw it from people, electric, light. Never have I heard of a story where Serliciaus drew power from an immortal, the earth, and such,” Zander explains, his face the picture of awe.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.