Fantasy

In Search Of Heaven
John is a famous citizen of the sinful world. Luxurious and indifferent young man! Lost in fun committed with beautiful beauties, relaxed, and bodybuilding is his favorite hobby. John earns millions of rupees but spends all the money on luxury. Living like a king, this young man is restless inwardly, despite so many wonderful and incomparably luxurious lives, something that makes him restless. He wants to leave Restless life and live in a new world.
By Habib Rana5 years ago in Fiction
The Perils of Cornelious Hook chapter 1
My mother Angela. now an angel. but once a clockmaker looked out at me only four at the time from inside her workshop. I run to her jumping up in her lap and begin to play with her long blonde hair.
By Marilyn Mortician5 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of The Last
“A…Noldorin elf?” Nash was more astonished by how the woman looked rather than what rare blood flowed through her veins. He had never seen a creature with such alluring, shimmering emerald eyes before––not to mention one of them looked cool to him with the scar over the blind eye. He was curious about the story about it. And how odd her ears were, indeed. Once he regained his state of mind, Nash forced himself to stop staring at her. “I never heard of that kind of elf before.”
By Chiharu Mei5 years ago in Fiction
Watch Me Live
“Frieda. Frieda!” I rubbed my eyes and found my friend shaking me. “Fritz?” “Are you awake?” He looked over his shoulder.
By Joy Muerset5 years ago in Fiction
Look Through the Eyes of Its Skull
Kill the beast, look through the eyes of its skull, and you will see the way home. That’s what the fae-mother told you in exchange for a memory and the pin in your hair. You don’t remember what you gave away, but you remember the tale she told you and the red arrow she placed in your pocket.
By Isaac Kaaren5 years ago in Fiction
Old Gods of the Ozarks
In the land of the mist and mountains, the old ones stayed true to themselves. While those of the Greeks got too caught up in interfering and taking on human appearance, the old gods of the Ozarks kept their natural form. They never asked to be worshiped; satisfaction to them came from maintaining the ways of nature. These old gods were weakened by progress, not forgotten as a religion. Some have not been seen in decades.
By Don Money5 years ago in Fiction
The Feeling of Flight
Now, normally, when your sibling tells you that you can fly and dares you to jump off the roof of the barn, you one hundred percent should not attempt to do that (and if your sibling tells you this, just say NO). However, I trusted my brother completely, so when he told me I had the ability to fly, I believed him.
By Darcy Lance5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Wanted Dragons
As the brightest of light refracted through the large stained glass windows of the Northern Observatory, Arianna tip-toed gently along the edge of sunshine, careful not to fall fully into darkness or colored light. The chess board style flooring and tall, voluminous walls created a space which amplified the subtle tread of her ballet-shoed feet as she bounced along the shadows edges. The hard-toed shoes were a gift from her father.
By Sam5 years ago in Fiction
World of Ascension Introduction
In loving memory of my grandmother Lois McPhail, Who brought so much inspiration to my life. Chapter 1: The Lands of Ascension were founded back in 1564. Before the founding, the Humans and Elves were in turmoil. Wars between the Humans and Elves, which the dwarfs chose to stay out of the conflict, each of them wanting control over the world. At the end of 1563, the elves proved more powerful than the humans, and thus the elves regained control, the reason as to why they were more powerful was because of the ancient bloodline of the Ascension family. In early 1564, treaties were created, thus allowing each race to live in peace. The humans allied with the elves and founded the City of Ravar, which lies north of the Kingdom of Ascension.
By Mark Hitz5 years ago in Fiction
Jewels of Rodemn
Iestyn breathes in the salty air of the port town his adoptive family governs over, remembering his arrival thirteen years earlier. Somehow, his terrible luck changed when the Viscovos came through Reeds. They ran across the eight year old orphan and decided to adopt him as their own, the couple being childless for years. They’ve since molded him into their perfect heir, while being doting as well as caring. In these regards, they’ve always allowed him to search for his younger sister, a driving force for him since they were separated.
By Skaoi_Nott5 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of The Last
Individuals live their lives separately from others in the land of Izria. It’s how everyone across the land chose to live, and with little conflict as possible. But even with the natural order of things, just like a predator or prey, these lives will clash eventually. A war would most likely break out if races like the Salamanders and Ice dragons were to co-exist in the same lands. So on their own, they build cities, villages, homes precisely for their kin. Not many would dare to bother the neighboring residences that surround theirs, for possible conflict hangs at the end of a thin thread. Though many species bare fang at the others with poison in their gaze, not all wish to be isolated from the rest. The Gnomes and Fairies, for example, get along quite well. They trade goods and gather once a year to celebrate their alliance with each other as they are both very gentle creatures, proving that mythical creatures of any race could get along. As result, their countries prosper in wealth, equality, and some even say good serendipity.
By Chiharu Mei5 years ago in Fiction
Valor
She clung to the harness strap with one gloved hand, her sword in her other, his wings carrying them through the thick smoke rising from the raging fire burning out the siege engine below. Sparks made her blink, releasing her hold on his saddle to swipe at their biting kiss, helmet sliding forward as sweat trickled down her forehead and temples from beneath the thin metal.
By Patti Larsen5 years ago in Fiction