High Fantasy Novels & Stories

he asked me with a bored look. "Actually, now that you mentioned it, where are we?" he slowly walked towards my direction and took the seat in front of me. "We're in the Kingdom of Flamis in Narte Fantasia. This is your mother's home." "What do you mean my mother's home?" I asked while looking at the floating books around us. "You, your mom, your dad, and I, we are called Fantasians. We live here, in Narte Fantasia." He explained patiently.

In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions. "They'd be organized, with ranks and systems. Geographically, you'd find sprawling human kingdoms and cities while the wilderness would hold tribes, wandering beasts, monsters, and wildfolk. "Races wouldn't just include humans and beastmen—there'd also be elves, dark elves, dwarves, and many others. But here, it's all lacking. "The third level, with its modern world, was more like my actual Earth. But even then, the whole world only showcased a single city. There were barely any interactive characters. You must've sensed how hollow it felt."

A happily ever after. The End

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.

Once we arrived at Rayan’s house, he parked the car and walked towards the door, as the door opened, it revealed a lavish, well-decorated living room. There were a few people there, all were wealthy if not beyond. Everything and everywhere was beautifully decorated, I’m not exaggerating but even the waiters and waitresses smelled money. When Rayan talked about his uncle’s wedding reception, I thought it is going to be a simple but classy reception but what I’m seeing right now is beyond. I kinda feel like I don’t belong there, everyone here screams money and I just look like I don’t belong here.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

The head hazer along with his four scary generals were standing in the tent at the field. 45.. 46.. Noah felt his head spinning. He kept dragging his feet. 50.. 51.. He was feeling dizzy. His vision blurred. Dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. He was sweating from top to toe. His feet were aching and burning with the blisters. 63..64.... Jasper could see the faint spots of blood wherever Noah left his footstep. His heart was aching too. But discipline is discipline. He could tolerate anything but misbehave.

Well,she will not allow something like that to happen. She has always been aggressive not only with sex and Andrew knew that. And she will not allow that only a child will cause the permanent disappearance of her hope that the man she has secretly dreamed and fantasized about will notice her.