High Fantasy Novels & Stories

"On the outside, not much to look at. They aren't buildings in the typical sense. They're large mounds of earth. But when you enter...it's like being in a whole city underground. Sithens are living representations of wild Magick. Rooms change, hallways take you to endless places, there are gardens and whole biomes." The carriage slowed to a stop, and Bailey pressed to the carriage door. Gemma was right. They were outside a huge mound of earth that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. There was a large round door set into the side of the hill. "Very Hobbit-chic." The door to the carriage opened suddenly and Bailey fell out into Tobin's arms. The heat she had felt with Beckett fanned into

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

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.

beautiful, glossy, excitingly sensual. 'You think I'm...exotic?' The husky lilt suggested that Jasmine's mind had only just caught on to that word and didn't know how to process it. 'Uh-huh...a rare, exquisite creature with glorious hair and golden eyes.' He stepped around to face her, smiling over the truths he'd just spoken. He lifted her hair up on either side of her face, then let it slide through his fingers to float around her like a living fan. 'Perhaps you don't know how rare you are, Jasmine, but I do. I do,' he repeated as desire surged again at the soft, hazy wonderment in her eyes...such asensuous look, fringed by the long thick lashes that brushed his face when they kissed.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

It was a world of magnificent fantasy. This was a world dominated by demons and beasts, so it was rare to see traces of human activity on the ground. Occasionally there were one or two towns with tall and thick walls, but a few people lived inside. "This magical weapon at Level Four is almost like the most advanced jet plane in the previous life, and it is really cool." Ding Hao thought to himself and began to turn over in his mind the strength of the surrounding companions.

Priya talked the way good researchers wrote structured, evidence-based, with clear distinctions between what she knew and what she'd inferred. The vampire student hierarchy was organized around bloodline rank, with the Vael bloodline at the top and four other major bloodlines below it, each with their own internal structures and inter-bloodline politics that played out in court sessions, dining hall seating arrangements, and the allocation of which students got access to which parts of the island. "The underground levels," Nora said. Priya's expression shifted. "You noticed those." "The orientation packet referenced them obliquely. Restricted access. No academic function listed."