Wonder Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After around five minutes, Jake began to get bored and started to doodle on his notes. He didn't payed attention to what he was drawing at first but after staring at the quick sketch he made, he couldn't help himself smiling. It was a vague art of the girl on the other end. When he turned around, he caught her sleeping. Her resting position made him thought she was at peace. The feeling wasn't clear at first, but the guy started envying her. Without his knowing, Anne on her dreamscape was having nightmares. Sweat started to rolled down from her forehead but she remained as placid as ever. Nightmares aren't stranger to her, Anne knew that very well.

Willow's POV I could feel the weight of sadness and determination in the air as I sat in the dimly lit room, completely absorbed in my spellwork. This spell had become my refuge, a way to distract myself from the pain of Dante's betrayal. As I carefully arranged the ingredients on the table, memories of our journey together flooded my mind. It felt like a lifetime ago when I had saved him from those witches, our paths intertwining in a twist of fate. Despite our differences, our love blossomed, transcending the boundaries of our supernatural identities.

I focus my gaze into Hugh's eyes, my heart filled with apprehension and determination. "Hugh," I begin, my voice steadier than I expected, "I come from a different reality. It's like a place out of your world. This world is just created through the imagination of someone who’s from my world. It’s an eBook called Bonded—where you and Yvanna Bautista are the main characters. In other words, in my world, you only exist in a novel but not as a real human,... I mean a werewolf. I don't know if it's magic or witchcraft, but somehow I ended up inside the novel, your world."

She felt as though she had stepped into a dream world, a fantasy realm where magic and wonder reign supreme. As we walked, Ava's excitement and surprise only grew. She couldn't help but exclaim over every new discovery, every hidden waterfall, every rainbow-hued flower that bloomed before her. Her laughter echoed through the valleys, a joyful, infectious sound that made even Silver crack a smile. I watched her, my heart swelling with pride and happiness. Ava had always been a curious, adventurous soul, but I had never seen her so carefree, so full of wonder. It was as though the beauty of Exile had awakened something deep within her, something that had been sleeping, waiting to be set free.

“Or maybe, not.” Answering and adding her thoughts from the running wonders that the current void is asking towards her. She smiles as she is seeing the eyes, the souls, and hear the beating of this very book’s readers. Where they wonder if everything is true as in their world this world is nothing, but a fantasy. She smiles as she giggles and says.

The two were called down for dinner; during the whole course of dinner Catherine kept on chattering about her wild fantasies. 'Ryan, does unicorn exists?' 'Ryan, do you think... I am a little mermaid! Did I too lose my memory and came to land?. 'Ryan, do wonderland really exist? Can you take me there?'

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

Willow Aiden’s kiss was surprisingly tender. I could tell he was holding back from what he really wanted to do, but that made it even more special. What he said about The dreams didn’t surprise me, so I thought I should reveal what I learned from his. Now I know why it felt like Shadows had eyes and followed me. Fucking protective dragon!

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.