Living In A 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.

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

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

I'm not sure what goes through his head, but his lips quirk up into a smile, and then he presses me closer to his chest. My insides melt like butter over hot popcorn. Finn is running his thumb down my hairline as we are making it down the alley. "So, this is where I grew up. We aren't living in a modern world like you are, but we have restaurants and shops containing what we need. And the best part? We have magic." Smiling, I catch the sight of a baker fairy and children laughing as they run away with glowing, stolen pies. The baker fairy yells after them with his fist in the air, and I giggle, turning my attention to the old signs hanging outside the houses we pass.

They and their children can live together peacefully. A household with five men sharing a woman. Similar to the legend of the puppet show in one of the areas in Anindira's world. Who would have thought that Anindira would enter a fantasy world? *****

Knowing he's watching me sends chills down my spine, for some reason. "For a while now, I've been having visions. Usually they are about people, some sort of elite group that lives in a large castle, but some give me a view of the world beyond the castle. Based on what I've seen so far, I think we've landed in the world of my visions. Based on the conversations I've witnessed, I also believe that this world is not a physical world, but exists in a sort of spiritual sense, and is also the home of the Shifters.

Impressive is an understatement of this home. Every floor and hallway has guards protecting all the people who live and work here. “After dinner, I will take you and Dante to the newly renovated mansion where we will all live together,” he said. “I thought the renovations just started today,” I inquire. Damen chuckles and says, “Our lands are the homes of fae, fallen angels, some demons, vampires, and werewolves, my love. Our bodies can do things a lot faster than humans.”

Somehow now I like living in a fantasy world I chose to sit on the balcony of my bedroom window, and leave my room lights not on, hey I drifted into the plot of the novel until I felt that right now I was the mate of an alpha. Hahaha this is why I can't get into a novel, I can easily imagine and make myself the main character

“What do you want to know? A lot of creatures live in Araphyra. That’s where the elves, or at least a large portion of them, live. That’s where you’ll find fairy tale creatures.” “Talking donkeys?” she asks, smiling at me. It’s a genuine smile and I return it, not sure what it means that her heart rate kicks up. I hope that’s a good thing. “No, Shrek, no talking donkeys,” I say to her as we get into the elevator. “Wooden puppets who turn into real boys?” she asks. “No Geppetto, there are no Pinocchios,” I say, enjoying our game. “What about The Boy Who Lived?” she asks.

He rather live in the fantasy night with Albania, than live in the reality with another woman in the bed to pleasure him. TO BE CONTINUED....