Writing A Fantasy Novel Novels & Stories

She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world. Once she had the Word document open, however, she found she couldn’t concentrate. She sat there, staring at the screen, staring at the last few sentences which were waiting for her to continue the tales. The words didn’t come. Her mind was blank. No, that was a lie. Her mind wasn’t blank.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

“Mostly fantasy books… like romance and stuff.” “She is being modest. She has written seven books so far.” You could tell Wade was proud of her. The way he looked at her with admiration in his eyes was warming. “They are about werewolves, but in more of a fantasy setting. However, your story might make for a good plot.” Courtney looked between us. “I’ll look forward to our story being published!” Courtney’s face lit up. “Really? You would let me write about it?” I was a little confused. “Sure, why would I not let you?”

Coming from him, I understood this was high praise indeed. "Thank you," I replied. "And I'd better get back to my new business plan for Silvercrest, a proper restaurant, a cafe as well, and expand Sneakz to at least 12 locations. I’ve been in talks with at least four real estate agents regarding six properties. Then I have a call to take at four with my publisher regarding my new novel.” Maison's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "A novel? You're an author too?" I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Urban fantasy. Under a pen name, of course. Nothing that would expose our world, just... inspired by it."

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

DARKNESS. This life was silent. Roy stood alone beneath a blood-filled red sky, the first rays of dawn just beginning to crest the horizon. Then fire as dark as a rose flickered to life. It began at his feet, creeping up his body like a living thing, hungry and slow. The flames didn’t roar. They whispered. The sun rose behind him, casting long shadows as his skin cracked and peeled. His muscles boiled beneath it. He tried to scream, but the heat had already stolen his voice. His eyes melted. His bones blackened.

Overwhelming silence. So, in return, he writes what he feels. He writes what he wants to achieve in his novels. He write those cliche plots, those expected endings, just those little things every hopeless romantic would like to have. The butterflies in the stomach, someone falling head over heels, an enemy x enemy trope, or high school love story. Just those typical stories online. Everything is so ordinary, and yet he still have fun writing them and he thinks that's what matters. He wants to be independent, but to do that, he needs to step out of his comfort zone.

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)

A father as terrifying as Baba, a mother as cowardly as Mama, and a sister as sweet as Cara. A tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as she wrote down the characters’ goals. She only wanted one thing, maybe two. Taking a deep breath, she tapped a key on her keyboard. This was her story, and she would write herself a happy ending. Hana wrote until her fingers went numb. But somehow, she couldn’t get herself to stop. It was so easy to picture every scene and change the settings from contemporary to fantasy. To watch Kyle, a dragon rider in her story, burn down the men who tried to harm her with his dragon. She named it K.