Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

They are adorned with frescoes that depicts legendary heroes and history of Orizon. The guests are a kaleidoscope of cultures, a living tapestry from the threads of different lands. From the snow-kissed north came fair-haired Empresses, Emperors, and warriors with fur-lined cloaks. From the sun-drenched south, came olive-skinned Kings, Queens, Lord and merchants with exotic spices and rich fabrics. And from the mystical east, arrived wise men and women with embroidered robes and serene power. The hall is a microcosm of the world, a place where mountains, forests, deserts, and oceans converge.

Her smile broadened. The second looked more like a dog than a bat, except for the nose, hand, and legs of course. His face resembled a dog face but totally boned and cracked. His ears looked like that on an elf and the rest of his physique is similar to that of the first. Fangs, long and sharp nails, wrinkling and rotten flesh... Sabrina recognized him to be the defendant of the empire, the warrior witch. The penanggal breed of east Asia.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Alex asked Ancestor Bodhi, “Sir, do you know the Eastern Emperor?” Ancestor Bodhi looked disdainful. “He isn’t a hundred millennia-old bigwig, so how does he qualify to be in my memory? Look at his appearance. He looks similar to a pretender I used to know. He would put on a pretense wherever he went, fearing the others would not know he was a scholar.” Alex glanced at the Eastern Emperor. He really looked similar. While they were looking at the Eastern Emperor, he also looked over. When he saw Neela’s main body, he was slightly startled. When he saw the flaming phoenix, Lecia, his eyes changed completely. They became passionate, excited, or rather, a hint of greed flashed across them.

It was so disgusting that it made people's scalps tingle. "You don't seem to be flustered at all." The head that had turned into a moon opened its mouth wide as it spoke. "It's just an illusion. It's all fake. There's no need to panic," Caspian said lightly. Ever since he stepped onto the path of immortality, Caspian had seen countless fantasy arrays. He himself was also an expert at setting up fantasy arrays. Having seen too much, there was naturally nothing to be surprised about. "That's right, the illusion is fake." Mr. Qin sighed and then grinned hideously. "But the feeling is real!"

He stepped in front of our battered group, his broad frame shielding us as his combat blade ignited with a violent, triple-braided aura of royal wildfire, cosmic shadow, and deep sea-blue. We stood on the cracked precipice of a high basalt cliff, surrounded by the towering obsidian frame of the Eastern Gateway. Below us lay what remained of the Eastern Reaches. There were no trees, no rivers, no rising smoke of living towns. As far as the eye could see under a blood red twilight sky stretched an endless desert of fine, grey ash. Massive, ruined spires of shattered obsidian cities stuck out of the ash dunes like broken bones. Miles away, near the jagged horizon, a vast vortex of void energy

POV DARLENE The Eastern Continent was no longer a geometric prison of silver and marble, but it was not yet free. As the silver rain of the Oracle’s sacrifice washed the copper scent of blood from the air, the land revealed itself as a skeletal landscape of hollowed-out villages and silent, tiered mountains. The "Eternal Noon" hung on the horizon, a golden gate that promised a future without shadows, but the ground we walked on was still thick with the ghosts of the Eleventh Cycle.

another priest added. The High Priest stared in horror. "They're going to burn the Temple of the Moon?" A crash was heard. The smell of smoke drifted through the window. "They've started," I whispered. Orange flames licked up the eastern wall. Black smoke billowed into the sky. "Everyone to the crypt!" the High Priest shouted. "Now!" We ran through corridors filling with smoke. Heat pressed against the walls, making the air shimmer. Down spiral stairs, deeper into the temple's heart. The High Priest pulled open an iron door carved with moon symbols. Cold air rushed out, smelling of earth and ancient stone.