Funny Fantasy Novels & Stories

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

My lips pull into a smile when I meet the other dancers backstage. A voice comes through, busting through the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fantasy Elite where every fantasy is fulfilled, no matter how dirty your secret fantasy is, know you're in the right place. Here at Fantasy Elite, we aim to please you and pleasure you. Our first group for tonight has all your favorites, and our very own sadistic sexy goddess.” he says.

“And she enjoys that?” Her body twitched excitedly, slutty little minx that it was, giving her away. “Um, yeah. I mean…there’s a massive, massive difference between fantasy and reality. She wouldn’t really want to be tortured by the KGB. But being tied up and sexily menaced by someone she liked could be pretty fun, don’t you think?” “I think,” he murmured, “the boundaries of fantasy are less permeable than people realize.” “Um? What?”

The food prepared on the table are something, he has not seen before, although they apparently look delicious, they are all strange to Dexter. “I know, you are hungry and we have not eaten dinner yet, let’s eat now” Shayne is inviting him to eat, but Dexter, is adamant to eat. When he is still young, and enjoyed very much the stories, of his grandmother, he can recall, that according to those old stories, one should not eat any food, once he is invited to eat, inside the house of the enchanters. Dexter is fully aware, that in this moment, he is inside, in the make-believe world, of fantasy, no man in his right mind, would believe, it is true. No pictures, no documentary, or what ever concret

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

"I feel like I'm living in a fantasy." Braden closed the gap between our lips and kissed me deeply. His hand going behind my head gripping hair slightly pressing my lips harder against his. He pulled away slightly, causing me to whimper because he stopped. "Tonight, I'm taking your innocence and making you mine." Braden growled. I nodded in response. Braden closed the gap again and kissed me softly this time. "Come on, let's get out of here and go pay Allie and Miranda a visit." I nodded, as Braden took a step away from me. He smirked. "Afraid to look down ain't you darling." He said teasingly.

I barked out a laugh—sharp, involuntary, laced with disbelief. “You’re shitting me. Wolves? Shifters? Fated mates? What is this, some teen fantasy novel? Next you’ll tell me fairies are real and Santa’s got a pack alliance.” “Deny it if it makes you feel better,” the voice replied, calm as ever, not a hint of offense.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

"I only thought of showing my world to her and sharing the joy of being in fantasy together..." "Well, no one is to be blamed for being excited," Kith responded. "What we should do now is to prevent her from dreaming whenever she falls asleep. Bad dreams in Fantasy are anomalies that stick with the dreamer even in their wake. They will try to lure the innocent human into becoming their door because they want to enter Fantasy where they can be real. I mean the human mind is an open door to these bad anomalies plus their pure existence can create new things." Hue said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on his wife. He inhaled deeply.