Young Adult Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

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 deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

The young man wore clothes which were too big for him, perhaps made to fit him when he grew up. Ingrid would not have that problem when she grew up, although her appearance was that of a young human about 13 or 14 years old, when she grew up her clothes would automatically adapt to her new height, the benefits of having magical clothes . The young human before her was scheming, he had a wooden sword and her posture was similar to a victory pose. Looking down from her, she found that there was an adult human sprawled on the ground. Was the adult defeated by a younger member of her own species?

She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name." I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine. What's my name?" "When I was a teenager, I used to think about this guy, he was four years older than me. He was beautiful."

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

When I finally am able to see everything, all of it truly shocks me. “What just happened?” I murmured. I slowly orbit, to see everything clearly. Not only that, but I even pinch myself to know if it’s a dream or reality. The orphanage is not what it used to be anymore. What I'm seeing right now are places to train different kinds of martial arts, battle areas, there are lots of unfamiliar creatures which I've never seen in my eighteen years of existence here in an orphanage. What even made me shocked is I know what to call them, like those fairies, gnomes, centaurs, mermaids etc.

I decided to get up and get a drink. "I walked through the groups of people, some unmated females growling as I would pass by, because males were staring at me. Why did they stare? I don't know, maybe it's because my hair almost looks white. I don't see myself as pretty or anything, just normal but others think otherwise. I made it to the table where the refreshments were, and grabbed a glass of red wine. Unlike the human drinking age which I believe is twenty-one, my kind can drink at sixteen after your first shift.