Modern Fantasy Novels & Stories

Tomorrow, she will cash out the check and immediately send most of the money for her foster mom and renovation of her orphanage. ……………………………………………………………………………. Arissa lay down on the floor inside her room while she was looking up to the ceiling. Tonight, one of her dreams will come true. A minimalist bedroom in Nordic style. One of her favorite… …………………………………………………………………. In the morning… On the crumpled bed, a woman rubbed her eyes lazily and covering her nude body with a blanket. She stared at the young man who has shared the same bed with her confusedly. Under dim light, while morning golden sunray seeped out from the curtain into the room. While from aside, Cristan’s body was perfectly sc

They headed toward Taiga’s apartment in silence, their presence speaking louder than any words could. **** The Kanzaki Estate was a fortress carved in marble and wealth, nestled deep in the city like a hidden lair,later that evening, the estate’s grand hall was alive with tension. Everyone was there, the devils Soldiers were all present, midorin straightened his glasses, murasame sat impatient and fidgety,Kota wore a smile texting who ever, those who belonged to the shadowy undercurrent of the world Maya and Dante lived in. Maya sat comfortably beside Dante, legs crossed, whispering something into his ear that made Dante’s lips twitch. His arm rested lazily on the back of Maya’s chair, finge

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."

"You mean the readers aren't finished with us. They want more drama. More blood. More 'Davis' tragedy." ​"They want a Legacy," the girl corrected, pointing her flute toward the horizon. ​Beyond the hill, the "Reality 2.0" city began to change. The buildings didn't turn back into grey blocks, but they began to grow Gothic Spires. The sun didn't set; it turned a deep, blood-red, and a second moon—shattered and glowing—appeared in the sky. ​[GENRE SHIFT: DARK FANTASY REBIRTH.] [OBJECTIVE: PROTECT THE ORIGINALS.]

In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions. "They'd be organized, with ranks and systems. Geographically, you'd find sprawling human kingdoms and cities while the wilderness would hold tribes, wandering beasts, monsters, and wildfolk. "Races wouldn't just include humans and beastmen—there'd also be elves, dark elves, dwarves, and many others. But here, it's all lacking. "The third level, with its modern world, was more like my actual Earth. But even then, the whole world only showcased a single city. There were barely any interactive characters. You must've sensed how hollow it felt."

gives me more of the same. "How to break supernatural bonds" leads to a bunch of relationship advice websites. Frustration builds in my chest like steam in a kettle. The modern world has forgotten about real magic. About the things that go bump in the night and steal pieces of your soul. But maybe that's good. Maybe it means fewer people know how to use these things. Maybe it means Ronan doesn't know everything about what he's doing either. I try a different approach. My fingers shake as I type, desperation making me clumsy. I claw through websites like a starving wolf digging for scraps. Nothing. Fantasy forums. Clickbait articles. And the clock keeps ticking, louder and louder in my head.

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.