Medieval Sci Fi Novels & Stories

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

There were dilapidated houses in ancient architectural styles on both sides and under the lingering sunlight, it felt as though they had traveled back in time. Wilbur moved forward and surveyed his surroundings. It appeared entirely like architecture from the medieval period, marked by the traces left behind after erosion over the years. 'But why did it appear in this way, and what's hidden inside the castle?' he wondered. At this moment, the sand on the streets and around the houses suddenly surged and compacted. In an instant, dozens of soldiers formed from compacted sand surrounded Wilbur and his two companions. The soldiers' faces were blurred, but their armor and weapons exuded spiritua

So in the end, I decided to enjoy myself by scouring the entire Hallerusia City alone. “I have to admit….Hallerusia City is well planned…they put the right thing at the right place..”. “[ Though this world were Medieval Era….there were still many intelligent people that can think of something like this….The lack of technological advance were made up by the Advance Magic..so everything balance out…]”. (T.A.S)

Whenever dark energy surged nearby, the grass would ripple in warning, even without a breeze. “I can sense the dark magic from here,” Ella said, stopping at the edge of a steep hill. We looked down at the scene before us. Nestled in the valley below was a town—a city, really. But not like any modern human cities. This was from another time. A medieval fortress city, its perimeter surrounded by tall stone walls reinforced with iron stakes. Torches burned atop the battlements, their flames fighting the wind. Watchtowers marked every corner, and I could see the silhouettes of guards pacing along the walls, their spears glinting.

it said, A confused jason nodded and said the name while entering the portal, Great!, first illummino now the faery he thought, The light sucked him in and twirled him around for a second before dumping him on raw soil, he groaned before raising his head up, it was not what he expected. The sky was darkened withe the flames of a flying creature that attacked people, shadow warriors fought against men in armour with a flag raised high above that consisted of a rising sun and a flaming torch. For the first time ever, jason experienced a medieval blood bath, the streets were covered with the bodies of men, he watched terra and daren battle a creature that looked half gorilla and the rest of it

“Death is like a rain you cannot stop.” On the island of Vitam et Mortem, people with extraordinary capabilities exist and they are called medius which means middle. They are creatures that lie between the living and the dead. They can either see, hear or feel ghosts. The ordinary people of the island or the mormians do not acknowledge these creatures. They witnessed what a medius can do but they keep on invalidating such creatures accusing them of sorcery and witchcraft.

Evelyn slumped with a contented sigh into the sofa, grateful to be off her feet. As the music swelled into the room, Andrew glanced at the occasional table beside him at her stacks of books. “History of Modern Aeronautics. Works of Michelangelo. Scripta Minoa. I’ve no idea what that even is. Is this your light reading?” he asked teasingly. “Those are the ones I’ve finished and need to return to the library. The other stack are the ones I still have to read.” “I’m deeply impressed. I have no such spectrum of interest.”

How did they know to find her here in the overflow stables? The healer used a cross between magic and medicine to help diagnose and heal. This is where stories written by humans about supernatural creatures became nonsense. The world didn’t stop for them around nine hundred AD. They existed, learned, and grew as a society. They responded to the development of technology and adapted. How else would they continue to live in secret successfully? Cal’s mind wasn’t thinking about that. He was trying to process what had happened and why? Did someone set her up to die?

Ava caught him before he hit the ground. "Marcus!" The old scientist gasped violently. His eyes weren’t focused; they were seeing something else. Something far away. Something ancient. The newly awakened network was flooding his consciousness with memories—not human memories, but fragments of something far older. They exploded through his mind in rapid, blinding succession: towering crystal cities suspended between stars; civilizations stretching across entire galaxies; countless worlds connected by shining rivers of silver light. It was a network far larger than humanity had ever imagined, one that had once united millions of species.

I snapped at him while leaving the office. I went upstairs to my bedroom, and I put the books on the bedside table and the first one I grabbed was called 'The History Of Morda'. I poured myself a drink and I sat on the bed and opened it to the first page. It was established in the 1300's and it was a mystical land full of creatures that didn't belong on Earth. Someone didn't want them to be extinct, so they created Morda and sent the creatures to live there. Dragons and beats and Ogre's. Dangerous creatures. Why would anyone want to save those animals?