Indian Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

“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.

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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

All they need to be is a human being. And since my story is about Indians, my protagonists are Indians and that's where you all have an advantage because being an Indian, you can be of any color. White, black, brown, yellow, you name it, we have it. You can also be of any religion, Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jain, Buddhist etc and you can also be of any caste (although I'd prefer if you don't see for the caste). You can also have any kind of body and facial features, from tall to short, from fat to thin, from wide eyes to tiny narrow eyes, from big ears to small ones, we Indians are diverse culturally, socially and in what not. Which is why I don't tell anything about their eyes or nose or co

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

Even if any mortal has ever managed to paint one of his abilities to forge the power of one of his ideas, that mortal was Roderick Morgan Edelgard Usher. So, for me, at least, given the circumstances that surrounded me, they arose from pure abstractions that the hypochondriac tried to throw on the screen, even with a sense of intolerable astonishment whose shadow I had never felt, even if not even in the contemplation of the resplendent fantasies, which was certainly, but too concrete, of Fuseli. Thus, it was that one of my friend's phantasmagorical conceptions, though at that time, even if not so rigid as to the spirit of abstraction, may be better delineated in words, though with a certain

I move carefully, lifting porcelain figurines, wiping the mahogany tables, trying to make myself small. The door opens. Cassiel enters, carrying a leather-bound book. He ignores me, sitting in a high-backed armchair near the unlit fireplace and opening his book. I freeze, then resume my dusting on the far side of the room, terrified of making a sound. I climb the small step ladder to reach the top of a bookshelf. As I stretch, my foot slips. I gasp, the ladder wobbling dangerously. I grab the shelf to steady myself, my heart leaping into my throat.

Senior Software Engineer in an IT firm in Bangalore. “Son, it’s a Greek mythological tale. Kind of a fable. In fables a lot of things happen. Animals talk, birds fight demons, gods fight humans. It’s filled with make-believe stuff, but with a profound, ageless learning for all.” “You mean moral, Sir?” pat came Madhurjya’s next question. No, it wasn’t Madhurjya. It was perhaps Uday. Uday was the captain for the local club I played cricket for in Tezpur.

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>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked. Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so... And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean? >>> Your fantasy. Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse: I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.