Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

Liam says, “is one of the oldest magical lines in Hallow’s Edge. Your ancestors helped found this town. They built the wards. They kept the balance. They protected the people here from the Hallow.” I frown. “What exactly is the Hallow?” Grace answers softly. “An ancient entity. A hunger. It’s not a spirit or a demon, it’s older than that. It feeds on power. On life. And the Warrens were the only ones strong enough to keep it contained.” Liam continues, “Your mother, Delaney, was the last full‑blooded Warren witch. The strongest in generations. And when she became pregnant with you… Jason saw an opportunity.”

As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up. Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new one.

I hope she will accept me; I hope that we get that chance. Hael lay on a bed of nails, deep in the black hole of the forgotten lands. The bars around him had no key, and the bed didn't touch the ground beneath it. He was in a torturous purgatory. When the creaking began, and he heard the chanting of his followers, though, excitement coursed through his soul because this was the sound of hope, as their voices rise, so will the power. When the final pairing mate, the world will once again feel the might of his power. This time she was of age, and Hael fully intended to claim his mate.

he said, his voice low. “Then it’s time someone did,” Lyra murmured, eyes fixed ahead. “The Hollowed Ones left blood in their wake. I’m going to follow it.” They had been tracking them for days. From the ruins of the third Gate to the Crescent Fang borders, through the scorched ridge and now toward the ancient woods the packs once sealed off—the Hollow Hollow, named not just for its appearance but for the magic buried beneath its roots. It was a place even the bravest of wolves avoided. Where the veil between spirit and flesh thinned. Where banished power whispered back into the world.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck. Images were flashing through Michael's brain as the judges' fear grew. He saw people with his talent for affecting the real world being hunted for centuries. For all those years the mass of lucid dreamers and minor magicians had tried the few stronger ones for supposed crimes against the Rule of the Council. Everyone who had come into contact with them had been destroyed to keep the existence of magicians and sorcerers secret from the majority of dreamers and the public at large. "Kill him!" one of the judges shrieked. "Kill him now."

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

“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.

Their pointed ears were prominent, even their innovative fashion style. “How is this even possible?” He shook his head. He felt like a kid admiring every corner of this place. “Magic,” Rade simply said. They walked in the easement, and there was a fountain a few meters away. He witnessed female faeries seated on the side and playing on a hologram in their hands. A moment later, his eyes widened in shock as he saw a familiar car ran from his sight. Those were famous sports cars in his world, a red Ferrari, a blue Lamborghini, and a gray BMW.