Songs About Fantasy Worlds Novels & Stories

He chuckled with a smirk as his eyes were looking at Liam who was silently gawking at the ancient werewolves team up against him. Untouched by the harsh words directed at him, he leaned back on his seat and placed his right hand on the table, to tap a rhythmic song with his fingers. He slowly closed his eyes as soon as the song he had produced teleported him from the real world to a world full of ambiguous dark fantasies. The voices now came to his ears like cries of soulless creatures. Every word uttered sounded like they were muffled by the wind— they reached his ears and then went away in an instant.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

The song felt like it was both inside and outside our minds, a tune that had existed since the dawn of time. The walls of the chamber blurred, and the boundaries of reality seemed to dissolve. Elena clutched my arm, her nails digging in. "Can you... can you understand it?" I listened intently. At first, it seemed like a cacophony of disjointed notes, but slowly a pattern emerged, a language of its own. "It's telling a story... a creation myth, perhaps? About worlds that existed before ours, about beings of immense power."

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

In this realm where reality and dreams intertwined, she found solace, inspiration, and the boundless beauty of a world where love and imagination reigned supreme. As Mama Hazel ventured deeper into the dream realm, she found herself enveloped in a symphony of colors and sounds that ignited her senses. The air was alive with the sweet melody of whispers and laughter, the ethereal glow of the dream realm casting a radiant light over the fantastical landscape that unfolded before her eyes. In this magical realm, every step Mama Hazel took led her closer to realms of untold stories and uncharted adventures. Each path she followed whispered of mysteries waiting to be unraveled, of characters year