Novel & Cerita Writing A Fantasy Novel

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."

Chapter 100(whew!!!) The Author's Yap If you've made it here... Hi. First of all, thank you. Seriously, thank you. This is my very first completed novel, and I honestly don't know how to explain what this journey has been like. Before writing this book, I worked as a ghostwriter. My job was simple in comparison. I was given outlines, chapter breakdowns, character directions, and all I had to do was bring someone else's vision to life. It wasn't easy, but there was always a map.

He had one of those moments, a burst of creativity, and the dialogue practically spilled from him. Lucas was writing a novel, a fantasy epic. It'd been his dream, a dream he also shared with his best friend, Bobby. The two had always talked about getting a degree in cinema studies and try making it as screenwriters. Ardent fans of the fantasy genre, they'd envisioned themselves writing a masterpiece à la Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones.

“Dragons are now the rich and charming CEOs while the werewolves became the dangerously handsome gangsters.” I nodded. Even fantasy novels share our reality. That those people in the pedestal of society have superpowers; to cheat, to rob, to instill fear to the already oppressed. They’re animals in human suits. Those crocodiles and cunning monkeys. “The Great War between these two races lasted for centuries. Both sides have shed blood but the knot of hate between them has remained unbreakable.” See. Gramps was good at sewing his stories. I wouldn’t wonder why I had the gift of writing.

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.

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape

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.