#fantasy stories

[stuffiescribbles]

Chapter 6: page 2: Another Found.

Walking in darkness, nothing or nobody is found yet.

Verleigh look up ahead and see something glowing.

Crying is being heard.

Verleigh: Hello?

You: Maybe we should back up?

Verleigh: No! I must know! Who are you?

Ferda: Hello?

Verleigh and Roraetta faces are in shock as they finally found another sister of theirs.

Ferda.

Hearing cracking, you look down with a unstable floor.

Verleigh and Roraetta pick Ferda up and you all ran towards the light of the open door.

You all were to late and you all fell through the broken glass of the ground.

With pieces of glass falling with your friends, who knows what is at the bottom of the unknown.

Part 3 on [NOVEMBER 17]

[just1nacho]

(Title Unknown) (Fantasy)

Chapter One (Innocence)

His lungs were burning. Rodin was cursing the dense undergrowth as he stumbled on, driving his body onward a little longer and trying to keep his long cannon from jostling too hard as he hurried onward.

At last he raised his arms and the irritating bushes parted. He stumbled out into a clearing, the tall grass coming up to his knees. He spun around his stomach instantly dropping. Around him charred and collapsed trees lay at the edges. He paused licking his lips reflexively.

He then paused smelling the scent of burnt flesh. He turned slowly and walked towards the nearest lump of charred meat. The remains of a casters cloak clung to it. It was the only thing he actually recognized from the elf man that had visited the ranger guild. A peak out of his home saw two shadows on the bridge one evening.

One was of his friend and fellow ranger. Kally had watched his back on many missions and had been the main ear his troubles for years. The softening look in her vivid green eyes as she spoke of him and the yearning in her voice. Pan.

He paused itching his beard and mourning the loss of life. He never spoke to Pan. The cloak was unmistakable though. It didn't glow anymore, too damaged from fire. It still shimmered.

Rodin looked around panic gripping in his stomach. His friend was here somewhere. Was she as dead as her mate?

The darkness of the clearing wasn't a problem for him but the smoke from the damaged areas wasn't interfering with his site.

He scanned the area squinting and finally spotting two feet in the smog. There was more tightness in his stomach as he walked forward.

Kally lay dead on her side her long cannon a foot away from her. Her corpse wasn't as ruined by the fire as Pan had been but when he turned her over the crushed chest plate and the blood along her mouth made her death a little clearer. Her eyes where open in death. Her expression was peaceful at least. More so when Rodin closed her eyes and blinked away the tears. He stood back up after crossing her arms over her chest and murmured a quiet prayer.

It was his own god Drosigor the Stone lord. He wasn't sure if it counted for an elf. But Drosigor was stern and wise. Surely he would look after a friend of one of his children, even if she was a forest child.

Rodin stood there frozen, ready to leave Kally and Pan to nature, but a heavy feeling kept him there. His ears perked a moment before turning his head. There was a high pitched squalling somewhere nearby. Slowly , reluctantly Rodin lifted his feet and strode forward to investigate. He was expecting a cat or fox to jump out into his path. When he got nearby and zeroed in on a rabbit den. There was a bundle of cloth . And whatever was in it was wiggling as hard . Slowly he lifted the bundle out of the rabbit den.

The small baby now in his arms whimpered a bit more, satisfied now at Rodin's warmer arms then the dirt hole he was in. He blinked strange large purple eyes at Rodin , reaching a small hand to Rodin's thick soft beard and tugging slightly. Reassured the child smiled, giggled at him, and slowly closed his eyes again. Asleep.

Rodin frowned, his mind connecting his thoughts as he carefully examined the child, from his small pointed ears down to his toes toes. He hadn't been hurt. But where had he come from? Kally said she had needed a break from the guild a year ago. The child was nearly the spitting image of her. A baby.

Her baby. Rodin wondered what he was going to do now.

[cephalopod-celabrator]

In fantasy fiction, I like stuff with immortals, but it seems like most things today focus on immortals who can't die (or usually who can't die unless you try really really hard), whereas I find much more interesting immortals who can die but who always come back. Be it through reincarnation, or finding another host, or just respawning after a while or what have you, I think someone who you can kill but who you can't stop from returning has a lot more narrative potential to it than just someone unkillable.

[lordmetalface]

[sunset100]

TRAINING CAMP

Part 7

“We’re ALL going to DIE!” Rang out amongst my fellow prisoners. The cry and the truthful insight behind it were picked up and amplified by many of my fellow prisoners. Some sat down on the floor and cried, some laid down on their beds and closed their eyes and prayed. Or cried. Much the same thing, maybe. Others hammered at the walls and demanded or entreated pity on the Servants of Dagan. They’d have had better luck begging mercy from a starving lion. Or begging mercy from a Maldanian or Krystanian, for that matter.

            “FUCK you, Dagan! You’ll GET NO SATISFACTION from ME!”

            “GODS have mercy on my soul!”

            Those were from the younger adults.

            The oldsters sat or stood in grim silence. The kids screamed and cried for their parents.

            I felt the same, of course. Panic rose in me, but I put it aside. What point in wasting energy in such a manner? Honestly, Ordinaries, especially the civilian varieties, lacked dignity and sense. My nation and that of our enemy, Krystane, had been defeated by being outnumbered, not by any quality within Ordinaries.

            “It’s all HER fault!” That was Johnny. He pointed at Imka. The people she’d beaten up a few minutes ago, who’d come to Johnny’s defense, were coming ‘round to consciousness. They didn’t seem too eager to help salve Johnny’s manhood and pride.

            “Shut it down, Baker. We’re about to get a visit from our captors. Save your anger for them.” I told Johnny. He shut-up and stood there thinking over what I’d said. A miracle, I thought.

            “He’s coming,” Helena Granger whispered. She was shaking and crying. Her brother and the two other kids stood frozen with fear. Those future-predicting dreams must terrible indeed. I’d have to convince them to share them with me. Or did I really want to know? Thoughts of a coward, Jomo, I thought. I signed my opinion to Imka. She ignored me at first, and then signed back an affirmative. Perhaps she was afraid like me. I was stunned to think someone so cold could feel the same way as I did that I didn’t notice, at first, that we had a visitor in the dormitory.

            All the screaming and crying died away.

            Helena tapped my on my left arm and pointed in the direction of the kitchen and bathrooms and showers. I turned and looked in that direction.

            A monster stood there, his back to the kitchen and restrooms and showers. He smiled a huge, happy, and friendly smile. His eyes were cold. His teeth looked and no doubt were as sharp as a lion’s.

[dnschmidt]

William and the Clockwork Devil - Portal Fantasy Story

In this portal fantasy story, a modern teen is mistaken for a knight. A masked doctor insists the teen must save the kingdom from an invincible clockwork dragon.

Weird monsters! Centaur highwaymen! A zombie horse? A quick read For Kindle and KU.

[oneleggedflamingo]

I'm writing two stories atm:

Cloud castle, funky fantasy world set in rural Finnish countryside in the time of landlines, trains and hot air balloon. Happy ending, love, hope etc.

And the other:

Agriculture monks have isolated on an island, poor sucker gets sent there to collect their abandoned research and gets really unhinged, sees hallusinations of devils, drinks embalming fluid. Pain, vomiting, surviving in the harsh elements etc.

But I also want to write a story with a main cast of:

A knight, mermaid and a farm hand. But idk what they do. Tarot cards, campfire, riding on horses etc.

But I don't have much time on my hands :/

[lenaleviosa]

You know how in fantasy stories it’s always like “oh you don’t need to hide your magic from humans, they will just convince themselves that what they saw was something else” ?

Well, I make it a point to actively go against that. Like just this morning I saw a guy with one eye. And no, Gwendolyn, the prescription of my glasses is just fine (it’s not, but that’s beside the point), I absolutely just saw a cyclops.

I currently can’t find my keys, even though I’m absolutely certain that I put them by the door. No, this is not my adhd, this is the poltergeist living in my attic.

You magics can’t fool me.

[stuffiescribbles]

Chapter 6: page 1: Continuing the Way Through.

As you and your friends continue on your journey, there are obstacles that they have not seen yet.

As you look behind Verleigh and Roraetta, they seem to be happy.

After looking behind at the two, you look forward and there seems to be another locked door in the way.

This time the lock needs a pink key.

As you grab the pink key out your pocket and put the pink key through the lock, the door opens and inside there is nothing but darkness.

Full of fear, Verleigh steps in first.

Verleigh: We must save my sisters, as we already save one. I need them.

Roraetta: I need them too, but please be careful sister.

With warn and cautious, as you and your friends step in the darkness with Verleigh leading the way, who knows what or who will be found.

Part 2 on [NOVEMBER 7]

[joncronshawauthor]

Expanding Horizons: Exploring New Genres on My Ream Channel

I have some exciting news to share with you today! As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my stories through various platforms, and my Ream channel has been a fantastic way to connect with readers and deliver my fantasy tales. But now, I’m thrilled to announce that I’m expanding the genres I’ll be exploring on Ream! Venturing into New Realms In addition to the fantasy stories you’ve come to…

[phoenixofthestars]

I made a poll and no one answered for nearly two days straight so I’ve decided I don’t care what you think, you’re getting the lovechild of an undiagnosed autistic goblin and an otherkin fantasy.

I’m making a side blog for it, but I don’t know what the title of the series is yet. For right now, it’ll be @nezhaasel-archives (the blog’s active, but I can’t tag it for some reason, so I’ve reblogged this post with the blog)

[lordmetalface]

a giant taco. The exterior might be crafted with armor plates that look like tortilla shells, perhaps drizzled with some cheese or salsa-inspired design for added flair. It might even have a spicy artillery system that launches hot sauce packets as its primary weapon! The interior could include seats made of soft lettuce cushions and controls crafted from avocado pits. The Taco Tank is not only a formidable vehicle but also an homage to everyone's favorite Mexican dish, making it a perfect vehicle for the mischievous Food Soldier!

[sunset100]

TRAINING CAMP

Part 6

            Lots of things started to happen in the dorm, almost all at once, as we started to feel each other out, get to know each other’s temperaments, figure out how we were going to survive our kidnapping and imprisonment. By ‘we’ I meant me, of course – a middle-aged and nearly retired enhanced soldier of Maldane. I was joined by Imka, an enemy, and now an ally due to circumstances; a super soldier of Krystane. I could with some strain take five men at once. She could take ten men with no strain.

            Codoc Radeson, a Synvadan thug and criminal, and a giant of a man, was part of our group. A dangerous man, but not dangerous without cause, was part of our group. Kelly Yaegerliner, a bitter, cramped woman. She was Carendan. A nation with good cause to hate Maldane and Krystane. Were she crazy or hysterical, I’d have cast her out of the group. As it was, putting aside her bitterness and argumentative nature, she was intelligent.

            Four children had joined us. Weird kids. Aiden and Helena Granger, brother and sister. Willem Cade and Daved Redman were the Granger’s friends. All four of them hunted monsters back where they came from, which was Dire City, in the nation of Tolmar. They lived on the border between Tolmar and the demon-haunted Shadow Lands. In Dire City, the hunting of the monsters in thrall to the demons was a rite of passage for boys and girls. It was also a source of adventure and glory and challenge. All great fun, for the survivors that is.

            Like I said, weird kids.

            I hand signed to Imka what I thought. She signed back a disagreement. Fuck all, she was weird, too. But then she was Krystanian. Nation filled with heretical psychos.

            I never thought killing of any kind was fun. Just a stone-cold duty I owed the State.

            “Helena can see the future,” Cade said. Helena glared at him. Cade blushed but managed to smile at her. Helena rolled her eyes and sighed theatrically.

            Codoc laughed. “Well, girl, did you this?” He waived his hands to indicate all of us and the dormitory.

            “Yeah.” Helena said.

            Codoc stopped laughing.

            “It’s all so terrible.” Helena said. She had said something like that earlier. I agreed with her.

[dnschmidt]

The Guardian of Gradyville (Superhero story)

Ricky certainly was blessed. He could fly. He could lift a tractor with one hand. He could shout loud enough to shatter windows. He was also bulletproof, not that he had any risk of being shot in Gradyville. At least, as long as he avoided the woods during hunting season.

[oneleggedflamingo]

The creative juices are flowing again, yayyyy.

I'm working on the lore for the story.

Sun=goddes of light, life and luck = Lucia Fortuna

Moon=goddes of fate, courage, self sacrifice = Florence Fatale. Also the patrion saint of knights.

Ok so... the Sun was the first being in the universe and at some point created the Moon, and she wanted her to be so many contradictive things, and wanted her to be able to have a better life(and destiny) than was appointed to her, but she can't change that because the Moon=is fate, and you can't change fate.

Moon's human form and fate as a concept came down to Earth as a Comet (also knows in Finnish as a pyrstötähti = tailed star) during a solar eclipse that happened when a lone knight was protecting her village from Satan, the knight managed to win because it wasn't her fate to die on that battlefield.

Also in a way the Moon coming down as a comet is like prometeus bringing the fire to the humans. The Sun calls the Moon a prometeus (more specifically a prometeus that will burn this earth = prometeus joka polttaa tämän maan)

Anyway, the Sun's persona Lucia dies during the eclipse, sun goes down so that the Moon can rise and night begin… that was her fate all along, they both knew that.

When fate came to Earth, it started a new era for humanity, one filled with knights and heroes of all kind. It also meant a lot more people died sad, terrible deaths, because fate isn't kind to most.

Fate can't leave Earth, because she feels tasked with looking after the humans. She misses and recents Lucia (just a little) , because they were lovers in the beginning of time, but are now eternally separated.

The Sun's persona might be on Venus:

-Venus is the brightest star like spot in the sky. When you see it on the east sky you know sunrise is close.

-Venus and Earth used to be more similar before life started cooking on earth

-Venus planet can look a bit like the Moon on some photos (Source for these is wikipedia)

Maybe Fate can go see her there, but it is unclear how. I think she is kinda locked on Earth, there might be catastrofic fires if she somehow leaves. But the Moon will still be there to control the tides so maybe the fires won't burn everything. I don't think fate can die, she is cursed with eternal life.

[pulpsandcomics2]

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