Fantasyspecies Stories

The Arevis animal species, listed alphabetically. This list will extend over time, but it's for you, members, to get more acquainted with our world building. If you plan to use this in your writing, please use the #ArevisLore or #Arevis tags so that we can include your writing in our reading lists! Thank you. Discord link! https://discord.gg/XPJ3y62jYC Join our server!

(THIS STORY STARTS AFTER THE SANCTUARY IS BUILT. ) Caelestis Haven was born beneath a sky that once sang his name. A prince of the empire of Ael'Tharyn and heir to a throne gilded in light, he was destined to rule-until it came crashing down, banished for loving one of another kind. Erased from history, his status was burned away from his life. In the ruins between kingdoms, he is found by something older than history: Esra, the long-silenced deity of stars and the infinite. She names him her prophet, bestows him with visions of distant sanctuaries, spiritual fire, and a world on the brink of collapse. From ash and faith, Caelestis builds the Sanctuary-a hidden refuge for the cursed, the hunted, and the heretical. As war brews and the gods stir in their graves, he becomes a spiritual leader, a reluctant icon, and the flickering flame in a world growing cold. But light always casts a shadow. When Revyn, a winged noble from a distant kingdom, arrives with open arms and a disarming smile, Caelestis welcomes him as an ally. Beautiful, clever, and endlessly curious, Revyn seems to admire the Sanctuary-and Caelestis-more than anything. But behind his gaze lies obsession. Behind his loyalty, espionage. And within him, something dark begins to wake. As prophecy unravels and divine powers fracture, Caelestis must face the truth: The greatest threat to the Sanctuary may not be from above-but from beside him. And the stars... they no longer sing. They warn.

Verana was almost kidnapped as a child, but the only reason she wasn't taken was that of a little human boy. . . a little boy she's all but forgotten. Now, being the Volucris princess that she is, Verana has duties to care for and expectations to meet. But, years later, Verana gets kidnapped and taken to the human world, all to find that her world will be destroyed if she doesn't step out of her comfort zone. Choices are to be made, one of the things that Verana has always had a hard time with. A story about how to stand on your own, self-sacrifice, and how to be brave enough to take action in the hardest times. Copyright © Lauren Kelly 2016 ~*~*~ [ Fantasy/Adventure/Mystery/Romance/] [ New chapters on Fridays ] [ Highest Ranking: #107 in Fantasy - THANK YOU! ] [ Gorgeous cover by @elzarion ]

"The world is dying beautifully. Forests hum lullabies to bones, cities bloom from rot, and laughter echoes through the ruins of forgotten empires. Here, joy is a fragile madness, and wonder comes laced with dread. It's not a story of light or shadow-but of a realm where both dance, inseparable, in every breath the world takes."

My attempts to steal the jewels from the tail-piercing species called the Miu Taj. No, scratch that, I've already stolen them. My attempts to resteal the jewels from the tall, slim, ruby-red royals called the Miu Taj.

This is where I'm going to post most of my Songs of War Oneshots. They are in no particular order, rather they are the collection of what happens in my brain when I'm too bored to do anything else.

Before the third millennia had begun, way back in Endith civilization,. In the years before the land had been abandoned by the holy beasts and gods, and the mysterious Avediajo had yet to fade into obscurity. There arose from the world four mighty warriors. Each one a master of the four great elements: Lady Aggio of the Sea Lady Lorath of the Flame Lord Cirrus of the Sky and Lord Torra of the Stone Each Endean was chosen to tame the unyielding monsters of nature. They were once the champions of Endith, and I - their patron. I gifted to them a path to glory, and in turn they became glorious. The mortal tyrants seduced my greater gods have tarnished my children's name alas, greed and frightened men's rumors made them turn away in horror. In their slumber, men forged bonds with Gods opposed to my ways and they spoke to them the secret of how to defeat my champions. In the dead of night, my warriors were assassinated. It was a terrible time. But the gift of a god is not easily dissolved, while the forces themselves had their own autonomy - the bonds that held them still existed. Every 100 years, four souls are selected and bound by that same magic and their powers formed. The rulers of this country think themselves smart, weaving a terrible tale of my children as seen through the venerable eyes of shivering kings and blasphemous priests. It is this grisly tale of death and disaster meant to strike fear into the future generation. They now even make laws requiring each citizen extinguish the threat before it can fully manifest. I have done what I can go save the generations before you, but my power has been shattered and contained in relics of the past. It is fate which rescues you now. Disaster is coming, and only the warriors I have made remain as a defense against it. Siall, find your comrades. Find them, and together you all will change the way history looks upon your power.

In the time that the Kreani have been on Jiwenia, they have done wondrous things. Their architecture speaks for itself and their expansive library and collections, influenced the entire world. Yet, the biggest mystery was the mysterious conditions of their death. Not even the greatest scholars knew what befell them, no evidence was ever recovered, no bodies were ever found. Until now. Scholars have found a diary left by a young Kreani girl, telling of the fall of her people through her eyes. Telling her story, the story of the last of her kind. Cover by reelru