Progression Fantasy Novels & Stories

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

but it won't matter because the Council will have them all locked away until they are set for trial against the world of magic and humanity. "We don't wan't to follow the rules anymore. We think we should be the leaders!" Cassie sashays up front, swaying her hips, pretending she's not shaking in her boots. I see the quiver in her hands as she studies our numbers and the years of magic we have backed up on our side.

Above them there was no sky, only a vast expanse of grey, fading into black in the far distance, broken by innumerable spheres of mirror silver that floated serenely through the 'air'. This was Michael's first visit to the higher dream worlds. He had spent a week clamped in 'training wheels', as he referred to it, stuck in the near Astral plane. Julia wanted to be sure that he understood the basics before letting him go further. He had used the time to 'improve' Lucy, and had discovered that the way he wanted her was not as far from what she was as he had thought. After a few nights work making dream suggestions, Lucy was a complete slut with exhibitionist tendencies, a strong liking for bon

“Nor Remy told you. All the rings are interconnected. They always have been. Something other than chance drew the eight of you together. but the second you chose the leave the realms of the 9th, the scale was tipped, but like always, it found a way to bring you back.” Robert took a second to try and process what Dre was saying. And then it finally made sense. “Lisa?” he whispered. Dre didn’t say anything, but from his facial expression, the answer was clear. “See your fate, wasn't to move away from Raven, but you did that anyway. It wasn't to get employed in that pharmacy where you injected yourself with that serum, but you did it anyway. You keep rewriting your fate, And that in itself was

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.

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

“I won’t ask for much.” Gluttony said frankly, “As long as you aid my smooth passage through the Great Progression stage, I’ll promise you many requests. In fact, I will even give you a generous reward that the outside world will kill for.” Andrius was intrigued by the reward. After all, the reason he could progress so rapidly was largely because of the inheritance from the Mountain Sage. Speaking of which, the Mountain Sage was also in the Great Progression stage. If Gluttony was true to his word, Andrius could break through to a terrifying realm in a short time and do even more impossible things.