Realistic Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

I deny as he reaches out his hand toward my face; I flinch but stand my ground and continue, “Don’t touch me…” Randall smirks, making a wave of fear run through me as he steps forward, and grabs my wrists, making me drop a glass, breaking it on the floor. He ignores the broken glass as he then pins my wrists to the wall above my head. I shiver as he then slides his other hand down my body and he whispers in a very low and dangerous tone, “You were fantasizing about him, fantasizing that he was doing this to you… That he had you pinned to the wall and was running his hands over this beautiful soft skin of yours… That his lips were skimming down your neck…”

Every night in Elysium pulled me deeper, not just into the world of role play and power exchange, but into Victor’s orbit, where everything felt dangerous and safe all at once. And tonight, watching people play as pets, drip wax into fire-shaped mosaics, or reframe the cold sterility of medicine into desire, I understood something new. Fantasy wasn’t about escaping reality. It was about rewriting it. Claiming it. Choosing the script instead of letting it choose you. And I was ready to keep writing mine—one scene, one role, one heartbeat at a time.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

Running my fingers along the grooves of each scale I say, “wouldn’t it be cool if dragons, unicorns, and fairies were real?” Alaric Watching Liza excitedly walk along the court of my castle, I feel a sense of pride at her joy. Her eagerness for the surprise is slowly put on the back burner as she is entranced by the design of the castle. I wanted to tell her so bad that dragons, unicorns, and fairies are real but by laws prevent me from this. However, her birthday is soon and our mate bond has been getting stronger. “How about we get the car unloaded and I will take you to your room for the night?” I say smiling down at her.

On a special day where she first saw on an unexpected situation the face of the man that she used to see and was able to be within her dreams and fantasies. She had a large photo of this man right on the wall of her room. And on the back of that big picture there she wrote and announced how much and for how long she would love and dedicate her whole heart to him without any covetousness. That photograph then served as the image of him with whom she spoke with. She felt that because he was smiling, the man in the picture was smiling at her. And even everything was pure fantasy. Nothing is missing, because she is happy.

He looked past me, through the open door, at the chaos outside—at the Dragon-Rowan tearing through the porcelain Angels. "He's very loud, isn't he?" The Author sighed. "I told the Aethel-Corp that the 'Donor' model was too unstable. But they wanted 'Emotional Depth.'" He turned the notebook toward me. On the page was a drawing of a girl and a boy. They were standing in a field of real flowers, under a real sun. "I can send you there," the man said. "But only one of you can go. The 'Real World' doesn't have room for a 'Beast.' He has too much 'Data.' He would crash the 'Reality' of a normal life."

"Initiating 'The Great Restoration'! We’re going to 'Delete' this boring house and 'Re-spawn' the Blackwood Keep!" The ground beneath their feet began to vibrate. The wooden porch turned to white glass, and the green pines unwove into streams of violet-gold code. The "Real World" was being "Over-written" by the "Idealized North"—a version of their home that was too bright, too perfect, and completely devoid of the "Ache." "Dada! The air is turning to candy!" Kaelen cried out, his eyes weeping "Pure Context." Lyra lunged for the "New Author," her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. "Get out of our life! We aren't your 'Fan-Fiction'!"

In this mystical world where reality and dreams entwined, she found solace, joy, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. As Mama Hazel delved further into the dream realm, she felt a sense of liberation and exhilaration unlike anything she had experienced before. The boundaries of reality melted away, leaving behind a realm where the fantastical and the ordinary coexisted in harmonious splendor. Colors danced in vibrant hues, sounds chimed like celestial music, and the very air crackled with creative energy.

Chapter Thirty-Five. Anastasia's POV. The more seconds that passes by, the more I wish Sebastian Hunter has started explaining stuffs to me. This is exactly what is called fantasy come true. It feels like a dream to me, but this time, I don't want to wake. Furthermore, I want this to be true. I want it real that Vampires actually exist. That Hunters, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards actually exist. Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through.