Medieval Fantasy Novels & Stories

Of course, I'm considered a Princess because of my parents' status as royalty but still not used to the title. I look around to observe this underground village; everything seems peaceful and colorful. The houses are either made of wood, rocks, or plants in the renaissance style in medieval times. So many flowers, everyone. A few flowers open and reveal tiny fairies waking up from their naps as they greeted me welcome. There are varieties of fairies living here; mushroom fairies, tree fairies, flower fairies, water fairies, and fairies that look primarily like insects. These fairies are much smaller than Feno. There are varieties in sizes as well.

I replied. After that, I entered the city. It was bustling with people of different types and ages, resembling a classic medieval European setting. The buildings had wooden frames combined with yellow limestone, and most of them had two stories. It was truly a sight that I had only seen in paintings, pictures, and virtual fantasy games. Now, I was experiencing firsthand what it felt like to be in a classic medieval European setting. "Vans, where do you want to go now?" Livi asked. "hmm... maybe an inn. Do you have any suitable recommendations for me?"

In others, they are seen as powerful and influential figures who hold positions of authority and are sought after for their magical abilities. In fantasy literature and role-playing games, mages are often classified into different schools or disciplines of magic. These schools represent different types of magical abilities and focus on specific areas of study, such as elemental magic, illusion, necromancy, or divination. Each school has its own set of spells and techniques, allowing mages to specialize in a particular branch of magic or become versatile practitioners with a broad range of abilities.

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

Not to mention, a village. There were people moving through lantern-lit streets, children laughing as they ran between stalls selling spiced wine and honey cakes. Hell, it looked peaceful in this part of Dark Hound. What surprised me most was how different the village was from the medieval fortress grounds. It dawned on me that Xlynor was a medievalist, the medieval aesthetic had to be his idea. He had built his world around history while the rest of the pack lived in the future. “…This place is confusing,” I muttered under my breath.

“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 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.

In the medieval times, where the myths we know of were spun from, there was a season of lords and knights, of witches and sorcerers, of magic and spells, of curses and plagues, of love and sacrifices, and of war and blood. Several kingdoms existed, kingdoms spread out far and wide, and having borders that greatly separated them from one another, far into the east and even into the north, where the cold that ravaged there froze life, but still people thrived in these kingdoms.

Sten and Troi would often brought the twin to the tribe which resulted in the flourishing of new buds of love between Sten and Chaerin and Shima and Troi. Having on Jion's chest the head of his wife, they both stared at the large moon in the field and drowning their heartbeats in the loud thrashings of the wild river. Two pumas who went to join them, yawned loudly while placing their heads back to sleep again upon beholding the couple kissing under the glistening moon light. ************************************************************************* -End- Royal Series Books: Medieval Princess Dark Age was the time the war broke out between England's Royals and the barbaric native tribes that

Was she ever going to see her father and her sisters ever again? The fayagan flew on and flying over a snow tipped mountain range they came to a kingdom called Monteg. A medieval styled kingdom established in the cold with a castle located right in the middle of the mountain range with the village surrounding it; small stone houses, a market and people walking about wearing fur coats and hats keeping warm from the cold.