Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Others lay pale and dead, as if the colour had been sucked out of them. This was not one wasteland. It was a whole wounded world. The thought made my chest tighten. Everything we had talked about became real from above. Kingdoms. Territories. Dead zones. Trade paths. Places no one returned from. Crowns fighting over land that could still breathe. Wraiths taking ground. Dragons ruling ruined beauty. People living somehow in between it all. My fear grew. So did my wonder. Because even broken, the Outlands was not small.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

In the middle of the Celebes ocean lies a continent. This continent isolated from civilization is invisible to the common man and cannot be seen on any map. It is called Wysteria. Wysteria is a continent home to ancient creatures that inhabit the world. Here, people still live who believe in magic and people who can use power. They are the so-called immortals. The continent is divided into three huge kingdoms. These are Waldorf, Mythion, and Valeria. These kingdoms were peaceful a few thousand years ago. Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria.

Both factions, though hesitant, reluctantly agreed. Their search led them to a hidden sanctuary nestled within the system's asteroid belt. Here, they found the Dreamweaver, an ethereal figure cloaked in shimmering robes, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Kairos, his telepathy reaching out, encountered a mind unlike any he had experienced. The Dreamweaver didn't possess typical thoughts, but a kaleidoscope of visions, a tapestry woven from fragments of the future. These visions, though fragmented and cryptic, depicted a devastating galactic war, one sparked by a seemingly insignificant event.

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

The complete opposite of who Jenna Marie is. Selina tried to adjust the tempo, and she carefully memorized what Wolfgang had taught her and applied it naturally. Selina has met her father and mother, and now she goes to find her sister to check if there is any other suspicion. But fortunately, the younger sister was not very close to Jenna Marie, so she did not care or notice her unusualness. So the gate was finally over, and Selina successfully pretended to be Marie to return. All that day, she lived in the family without leaving any doubts, so Selina smoothly became Marie, the werewolf girl who continued to live as a human.

"What book did you get?" ​"The Name of the Wind," he fills in, his voice instantly losing its strained edge. "It's a fantasy." ​"I would've pegged you more for a horror type of guy," I reply with a raised brow, my surprise evident. "Fantasy would have never crossed my mind." ​"Horror stories aren't realistic enough," he replies, his answer only furthering my confusion. "Nothing really is unless it's a true story. So, I drift toward the complete opposite. I know fantasy isn't supposed to be realistic, so it's tolerable."