Magic-realism Stories

Reincarnated as Penny Teller (with a system and a dormant soulmate bond), she'll have to build her own future all while navigating through a world she'd only watched on TV before.

He found the first letter in a locked cabinet no one remembered. Written in ink that hadn't faded in over a century... addressed to no one... but meant for him. Jungkook never believed in magic. Or ghosts. Or fate. But when the letters keep appearing-soft, poetic, hauntingly romantic-he can't stop reading. And he can't stop falling for the boy who writes them. But the more he loves, the more dangerous it becomes. Because the cabinet is not just a door to the past- It's alive. And it doesn't like to be forgotten. Some stories begin with a kiss. This one begins with a curse. ✨ TAEKOOK FF TOP :: KIM TAEHYUNG BOTTOM :: JEON JUNGKOOK 🍁 #1- topv🏅 #1 - toptaehyung🥇 #1- bottomjungkook🥇 #1- possessivelove🥇 #1- timetravellove🏅 #1- mystryfantasy🏅 #1- hauntinglove 🏅 #1- gothicfiction 🏅

Timothy's world ended the day his mother died. Lost in grief and battling the weight of despair, he wanders through life hollow, searching for a reason not to let the darkness win. Far above, in the divine realm, Eden-the God of Man-faces trial for breaking the highest law: loving an immortal. Betrayed by his own brother, Eden is cursed, stripped of his form, and cast to earth as nothing more than a green thread. When Timothy discovers the strange cloth, their fates entwine. The boy who cannot escape his pain and the god who cannot escape his punishment become bound together, each the key to the other's survival. But redemption never comes without sacrifice. And as gods wage war in the heavens, Timothy must decide: save himself-or risk everything to heal a fallen god. A story of grief, betrayal, and the dangerous light of hope.

They say some doors only open once. Luna lied to her father about a research trip to the Philippines. She didn't mention the impossible theory her vanished mother left behind. The pot swallowed her whole. Now she's crawling out of it into pre-colonial Madja-as during a pirate raid, where bodies fall like rain and survival isn't a skill you learn in international schools. The pot won't reopen. Her geometric tattoos burn with power she can't control. And somewhere in this brutal, beautiful world, there's a Keeper she's supposed to find. Except the Keeper is dead. Luna has spent her whole life trusting no one, needing no one, surviving alone. But here, blood soaks into communal earth. Here, warriors die with their crew's names on their lips. Here, villages share their last handful of rice. Isolation isn't strength when survival is measured in how many hands pull you back from the edge. It's extinction. The cosmic layers are fracturing. An ancient god is clawing his way back to power. And the prophecy that dragged her through time demands something she's never learned how to give: trust. She crossed time to find her mother. She found a war, a prophecy, and the reason some people never make it home. 🔗https://open.spotify.com/episode/5Q39SmQjhz2NSrzYz8NUya

When 20-year-old Harry Potter is sentenced to spend eternity cleaning up the chaos he caused in the Department of Mysteries after the disastrous time-traveling stunt his son pulled , he decides to let someone else handle destiny for once. That "someone else" is Hermione Granger, of course, who discovers the prophecy might have been about her just as much as Harry. Brilliant, stubborn, and tired of watching fate play favorites, Hermione cracks the secret to not just traveling back in time but rewriting it. She just didn't expect the cost of becoming the Girl Who Lived to be her own life. Reborn as an orphaned eleven-year-old with no memory of the world she once knew, Hermione's new destiny begins in a shopping mall while shopping for school supplies where Hagrid stomps in to inform her she's a witch. Now thrown into the whirlwind of Hogwarts, Hermione must put up with cruel bullying from the Slytherins and teachers, relentless self-doubt that excelling in all her classes can't even stop, and the smug taunts of Harry and Ron, two would-be heroes who call themselves the prestigious "Gryffindoyen." But Hermione isn't alone. With loud-mouthed Lavender Brown and wimpy Neville Longbottom at her side, she'll have to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, uncover the truth about her past, and decide whether she even wants the destiny she stole before Voldemort rises (again) and conquers the magical world for good.

In America, there is no dark magic. Only dark intentions. Honey St. James answers to the land, not the law. Rooted in folk magic and bound by ritual, she lives beyond European control. Lucien Voss enforces rules written an ocean away. When a dangerous European practitioner disappears into American territory, Honey is forced into an uneasy partnership with the very system that tried to erase her kind. Bound by truth, tradition, and a bargain neither can escape, Honey and Lucien must hunt a man who knows how to disappear. Power has a price. The land always collects.

The gods of Mythgarde are linked to some of the Faeyen who live within this world, the gods' Soulshards embedded within their souls and hearts. The Faeyen (another word for faeries) who also are linked to these gods, are called Vestiges. The Vestiges are beings of pure magic, but are also simple Faeyen. They are stronger than most regular Faeyen, too. In this world, magic is a wild thing, but every Faeyen is linked to it, in one way or another. Follow these Faeyen Vestiges on their adventures to try and stop one of their fellows from destroying the very fabric of reality itself in his attempts to fuse with his chosen deity. Lysandaur Aeren has been driven mad by Sezesis, the Deity of War, who has also been trying to destroy the fabric of the world which separates the gods from the Faeyen. If they succeed in this dark mission, then the world itself is going to fracture apart. The other Vestiges need to stop the two of them, before it's too late.

A 16-years-old high school girl named Aira has been haunted by a dreams of a faceless boy. He would always standing at the edge of the road, always meeting a tragic end. She doesn't know why she dreams of him, but each time, her heart shatters a little more. Until the day she bumps into him in real life. Dark blue hair, thick eyebrows, a smile that hides a deeper pain. Haru is everything she's seen in her dreams, and yet, he's alive. Haru carries a secret too heavy for his age. Behind the cheerful facade is a boy who fears life almost as much as he fears loss. Bound by dreams that bleed into reality, Aira decides she cannot let him fade in her visions again.

"...and she often wondered what it was about duty and prestige?" A darling princess. A Goddess's incarnation. And, the conscience of her family. Utpalini, the manifestation of Goddess Lakshmi, and the daughter of Rajrishi Pandu, Kunti, and Madri, is born to the illustrious lineage of the Kurus. Pampered by her parents and her brothers, she is sheltered and must learn to be her own reckoning. Utpalini: The Goddess Descends, is Utpalini's tale from a sheltered princess, to Goddess who weaves the threads of fate.

Even in the midst of a devastating global economic crisis, hybrid immortal Victoria Preston remains unstoppable. She owns the second-largest hotel franchise in the world, and stands as the richest woman of the mid-21st century. Locals and tourists alike praise her for her kindness and generosity. But, all is not well in paradise. Anti-immortal sentiment, spearheaded by her long-time competitor, Samuel Kelly, is raging at an all-time high, and she's everybody's number one target. Vicky must find a way to protect herself and the people she holds dearest. Joseph Miller is the perfect man for the job. He's a no-nonsense army general with two hundred years of experience in combat and medicine. He demands respect from all those who cross him, and those who dare to challenge him will encounter a wrath like no other. He's the kind of guy Victoria needs if she wants to survive.

This book is for a challenge by my friends! This book is about the genres: Historical fiction, magical realism, reincarnation. The story follows the life of an ottoman beylif who heroically lost his life in battle but was reincarnated as the crown prince of the empire he gave his life for.

I kept every promise I made to Marcus. Including the stupid one. We were seventeen, drunk on stolen wine coolers, when he said: "If we're both single at thirty, we should just date each other." I laughed and clinked my bottle against his. "Sure. Deal." Twelve years later, three weeks before my thirtieth birthday, Marcus calls. There's someone he wants me to meet. So naturally, I did what any rational person would do: got drunk, stumbled into our old neighborhood park, and found a shimmering portal that sent me back to the night we made that pact. I have one shot to fix this. One chance to rewrite our story. I just hope I don't fuck it up.

There is a small store that appears without warning. It looks like a stationery shop and a convenience store combined - ordinary, quiet, easy to overlook. Most people walk past it without ever noticing. Inside, the shelves hold simple objects. Each one carries a memory someone once believed was lost forever. People never come searching for the store. They find it when they are tired. When they are uncertain. When something inside them is quietly breaking. They leave remembering something important and forgetting the store ever existed. The Store of Misplaced Memories is a collection of interconnected short stories about forgotten moments, gentle magic, and the memories that return when we need them most. Best read slowly. Author's Note: This story is written for readers who enjoy soft, reflective narratives. There are no villains here only people, memories, and the quiet magic hidden in ordinary things. © All Rights Reserved. This is an original work of fiction. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or redistributed without the author's permission. If you want, I can: Make a shorter, algorithm-friendly version for Wattpad previews Write a 1-2 line hook for your story header Create alternate descriptions (mysterious / emotional / poetic) Just say which one you want.

How hot were the flames of that gold dressed candle? Surely above the speed of my beating heart.

Enter the tower. And forget the way down. Every floor is a story. Every story is a trap. Every trap is wrapped in beauty. The birds whisper of a ruler with wings of gold. They say he owns the sky. They say he owns their minds. But the stars are changing, and the lost wayfarers are climbing. This tale is nothing like it seems. Note: English is not my first language, I'm using AI to translate it in order to make it accessible to a wider public. Feel free to correct me on any error you may find on the matters of syntax and grammare.

Beneath the gilded calm of dawn lies a secret the sea has never meant to share. Young David Dawson, heir to a wealthy shipping family, glimpses something no sailor dares believe-a mermaid's laughter, bright as bells, glittering scales scattering sunlight across the waves. To the crew, it's nothing but childish fancy. To David, it is proof that wonder breathes beneath the water's skin. But as whispers stir of empty nets and unseen eyes in the deep, doubt gnaws even at hardened men. For what begins as a child's secret encounter may ripple into something far greater, drawing the Dawson family-and their sheltered heir-into tides of myth, danger, and a truth the ocean keeps only for those bold enough to listen.

a romance story!

When an enchanted warlord escapes the Sabler Order, they invoke their allies, the House of Yale, who sent the beautiful and tenacious Tristanué Yale. This novella was extracted directly from a role-playing game, and as such, was somewhat experimental in its original form. In this 3rd Edition, the story has been restructured as a classic novella with its epistolary elements moved to the back as Appendices. Since this story doesn't really have chapters, each new post is listed a "Part."

Reality is not fragile. It is regulated. Choices leave traces. Some are corrected. Others are quietly absorbed. There are rules for who may see the structure, rules for who may touch it, and rules for what happens when those rules are broken. It's about what happens when the system notices awareness.

A Twilight/Vampire Diaries Crossover In the mist-shrouded town of Forks, nothing ever truly sleeps-especially not the past. Or what seemingly could be the past? When a mysterious young woman arrives with secrets embedded in her skin and memories that don't belong to this lifetime, the delicate veil between what is and what was tears for her. Haunted by visions, drawn to places she's never been, and tethered by a connection to someone she' never met, she finds herself pulled into a world inclusive of Vampires, laws, and witches are spoken of only in hushed, forgotten whispers. Edward Cullen has gone, all the Cullens have gone. Bella's heartbreak becomes something far more dangerous when a hidden bond awakens, tying her to the newcomer in ways she can't understand-ways that hint at magic, destiny, and lives long since buried. In a story of past lives, forbidden magic, and the unraveling truth of who is truly worthy; love, loyalty, and legacy are all about to be rewritten. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of its original characters or concept created by Stephenie Meyer, nor do I own The Vampire Diaries or its extended universe. I only own the original characters, expanded plot, and worldbuilding elements unique to this series. This Story begins around New Moon, just before Edward Cullen leaves Bella Swan, and her descent into emotional stillness begins.