High Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

I’ll sort out the stuff my from my bags later but before all that I’m going to check my novel first. [ Kingdom’s apart] It’s an action fantasy story where many countries struggle against the monsters that are roaming around their territories. It’s a story that I have been working on for quite a while now. It’s a hobby of mine that was developed after I read my favorite novel. I first started writing this story when I was in my last year of high school; I still haven’t written that much even though it’s been a year already. I was always busy doing school works and other various of things that I have been forgetting to pay attention to this. Since I’m still at break I will focus myself to writ

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

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.

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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."

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

“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.

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.