Magicalrealism Stories

"𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲... 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿." One lost boy; one old city. And thus began the end of a story older than the Sapiens. She'd always told them not to say it, not to feel it. The 'us' they talked about was temporary. But the more she reminded them, the more they fell, harder and harder into the abyss of her eyes. Until dying there was easier than crawling out. ***************** Loving one itself was forbidden. But seven were my ruination. When I prayed, I did not know what to ask for. Did I want to turn back time so I never meet them? Or did I want to abandon my world and enter theirs? I told them not to feel. When I myself couldn't stop it. And this turmoil... did not belong to our kind. "𝗜𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴... 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼?" ****** Or, Enhypen is on vacation in India when they cross paths with a ghostly girl dressed in formals - who somehow seems to own the entire city.

On a distance world called Aterisk; A World gripped by Decades of War as the Commanstrius Coalition attempts to halt the Matriaguardus from conquering their lands. Both sides has suffered great defeats and victories but still not defeated as the war devolved into a grinding Stalemate where young men and Women are sent to die for their Side as they attempt to win over the Sermei and Northern Gruis Contingents. With both fronts on a Stalemate, Matria actives an Ancient Gateway in an attempt to open a flanking path pass the Commandian Protective defense Perimeter line along the sigong'Xia River and turn the tide of the War. Causing an Anomalous Portal to appear on an unknown Planet. On earth, this Portal was all it needed to shatter the already fragile World Order and enlight the flames. Now Nations must chose a side, forced to take up arms in a conflict on an unimaginable scale that makes the Second World war looks like childsplay. For earth is dragged into the Globa- no interdimensional War as the two factions entered the new threate and it will not rest until one side is victorious over the other. ====== My second take on an Orignal Novel and not fanfiction with the world and History crafted by a bunch of friends on a literal roblox game designed to make obbies. Mostly inspired by: Battle of los angeles, Various Wattpad military books, of course Gate, Genshin Impact: Elemental Warfare, OBSOLETE, RWBY and much more. Timeline [ Prologue Arc: Completed] [The battle of Hong Kong Arc: in the works]

Following the events of the Specialists' battles, Blossom, the Queen of Domino and keeper of the Vortex of Flames, is living a double life. Years ago, while hiding on Earth to understand her human roots, she worked closely with the CID (Crime Investigation Department) in India as a brilliant consultant. They bonded like family, but the CID never knew her magical secret. In the present day, the Wizards of the Black Circle attack Alfea, hunting for the last fairy on Earth. Knowing they must protect Earth, Blossom, Bloom, and the Winx head to Gardenia to find Roxy, the Fairy of Animals. Blossom's twin brother Blaze and her fiancé, Aleron, lead the Specialists to follow and protect them. Meanwhile, a ruthless, high-profile criminal escapes the CID's custody in Mumbai and flees to Gardenia. ACP Pradhyuman and his team track the fugitive across the globe. In Gardenia, the CID's paths cross with Blossom. Just as the CID closes in on their criminal, the Wizards of the Black Circle launch a devastating attack to capture Roxy. To save ACP Pradhyuman and her CID family from being crushed by dark magic, Blossom is forced to transform into her Believix form right in front of them-revealing her true identity as the Queen of Domino and the Fairy of the Vortex of Flames.

After a night of wild weather, two neighbours wake to find their fences down, their roofs battered, and their insurance companies determined to make them share the inconvenience. She's practical, tired, and quietly furious. He's polite, awkward, and just as stranded. Between them lies a garden that somehow escaped the storm - calm, untouched, and far too interested in their business. As the repairs drag on, the garden begins to behave oddly: blossoms blooming out of season, petals falling with deliberate timing, a scent that seems to follow them both. It isn't magic, exactly. But it isn't ordinary either. A story of quiet connection, neighbourly kindness, and the small, uncanny places that bring us back to ourselves.

Trapped in a marriage with an alcoholic husband she loathes, Kitty Lyons lives with regret daily. When Levi, the only man she ever loved, dies saving the life of a child, Kitty is given the chance to switch lives with Kat, the version of herself who had been brave enough to claim Levi as her own. But what might have been is not always as good as what truly was. To get back to her children, Kitty will have to come face to face with the traumatic aspects of her own past that led her to the choices that ultimately changed her fate.

The river is a god. The god is hungry. For fifteen years, Osogó has carried its dead. He is the ferryman---the silent man who rows bodies across the water in the dark and asks the living nothing. He walked into the river once, to drown. It refused him. He has never learned why. So when a warlord's wife steps onto his jetty with a fistful of gold and a destination she will not say, he expects only another crossing. He does not expect the girl folded into the bottom of his canoe: eleven years old, a scar on her shoulder, a mouth that will not close, and more of this war already behind her than most men live to see. She tells him his boat smells of dead fish. She asks the questions no one can answer. And against everything he has made himself into, she is impossible to ignore. In a drowning country where the water takes whole villages and the war runs on children, a man who buried his soul at the bottom of the river is about to learn what it costs to come back up.

A celestial kitsune with impossible luck and a fractured soul escapes captivity, desperate for freedom. But when she crosses paths with the enigmatic CEO of Draconis Remedies, a company where science tangled with magic, she learns that freedom isn't as simple as running. Elias is everything she never expected-fierce, gentle, and quietly broken in his own way. What begins as reluctant trust grows into something deeper, something dangerous. In a world where her power is coveted and her existence a secret worth killing for, he gives her a reason to keep living... and a reason to fight. As their lives intertwine, the kitsune discovers that love is not the weakness she feared- it's the one thing powerful enough to save her.

This is not a book. It's a beast. It watches you as you read. It judges you while you laugh. It makes you smile just to watch you fall harder. Inside, there is no plot. There is a family reunion of talking mushrooms, evaporated fathers, prophets in their underwear, and unforgiving hens. There is a bar that expands into a universe. A trattoria that serves as a dimensional rift. A notebook that writes itself-but only in ancient, local dialect. Alejandro Fiorenova writes as if he were cursing with love. As if Kafka had eaten too much heavy food. As if Stephen King had served in the military with an Italian rogue like Diego Abatantuono (the soul of the Oscar-winning Mediterraneo), and they had just reunited at a post-apocalyptic barbecue. It is too chaotic for those seeking logic. Too raw for those living on the run. Too human for those who believe they are eternal. But if you accept the journey-wrong shoes, right wine, open heart-the Infinity will change you. Or it will make you worse, but in an interesting way. This book is not read. It is endured. It is danced. It is digested over weeks. It is a prayer written in wine. A cosmic joke where you can't tell if you're laughing or screaming.

In a land long ago there were dragons and knights, as well as all manner of magical beings. Here are there story's.

This story follows a girl in a magical universe where most people acquired abilities. We will witness how her story unfold as she entered the academy for gifted children. She will face adversities that could even put her life in danger, but of course 'luck' as she said, will somewhat find a way to keep her alive.

Третья часть истории ангелов и демонов, в которой все станет ясно или же запутается ещё больше. Мир, каким мы его знаем, некогда созданный Ипостасью, находится на грани уничтожения ею же. Что стоит за похищением детей-нефилимов и чем это может грозить людям и всем обитателям населённых миров? И какую роль во всем этом играет древний бог, сменивший паству на возглавляемую им секретную организацию?

This is an installment of my Midnight cloven series. On the night of the crescent moon that's when they meet in secret in a clearing in the woods when the moon is high, that's when you will find The Midnight Cloven, the village of Summers Hill the village holds a dark and terrible secret no one leaves and no one enters until now when Morgan Joy came, - Raven Knight works in this tourist shop or at lest that's what the village thinks when in fact that is where the cloven meet to new members and get there supplies, people here blame everything that goes wrong on the witches but theirs more to this village that first meets the eye you never know the danger around you till its too late Dare you be brave enough to enter the village of Summers Hill where nothing is as it seems.

People don't just disappear for no reason. Across the country, teenagers begin developing unexplained abilities. No one can explain it, and the government stays silent- until it doesn't. When the truth begins to surface, a national lockdown is enforced across England. Just like that, ordinary life becomes a death sentence. As cities fall under strict surveillance and movement becomes restricted, young people who manifest powers are labelled dangerous and removed from society without explanation. Fear spreads faster than information, and trust between communities begins to collapse as disappearances increase. Their powers woke up but so did the goverment.

This is a What IF story. What IF Finn from Adventure Time was in Wand and Sword. Enjoy.

"I know what I want, or at least, what I wanted. I wanted a summer with my friends. I wanted freedom. But I can't have that now. Not here. After being sent to a mysterious teen camp in the middle of nowhere, Vanessa trades her rhinestone-studded idea of summer for three months trapped with a boy she can't seem to get away from. "𝐹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉" °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ -Lord Huron

She was supposed to be going on a school trip. Not fall into the sea and awaken in Aranya, a hidden land erased from the modern world, where people worship her as a protector she cannot remember becoming. She remembers nothing about the life they speak of. Not the powers sleeping inside her. Not the ancient enemies waiting for her return. Now trapped between her old world and a forgotten destiny, She must uncover the truth behind who she's supposed to be, before the lost light within her disappears forever.

After the death of her estranged grandmother, Líorria Faul is summoned from her bleak life in the capital of Salvareth back to Kinsend, a remote village perched at the edge of the world, and a past she never meant to face again. Her inheritance is no gift. The apothecary her grandmother left behind is crumbling, buried in debt and bound by a deadline Líorria cannot outrun. If she can't settle what is owed before the Solstice, her only chance at a better future will vanish with it. As Líorria reconnects with old friends, forges uneasy alliances and uncovers the secrets her grandmother kept buried, something else begins to stir in the nearby Netherbough Forest. Magic Líorria believed long dead is awakening in her blood, and the forest knows it. In Kinsend, legacies never stay buried. And destiny always collects its due. **** Copyright © G.B. Fitzwilliam 2025 No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

I returned to the farmhouse expecting to find my childhood. Instead, I found myself. Guided by a Forest Child and a mysterious foxfire glowing deep in the woods, I wander through memories, loneliness, city lights, forgotten dreams, and the quiet places where healing grows. Returning Home is a lyrical story told through poems, a journey through an inner world shaped by wonder, grief, faith, and hope. Some stories are about finding your way home. This one is about discovering that home was never lost.

On their first day of school, best friends and competitive swimmers Mable and Conner must adapt to the newest addition to their swim team, a runaway, who is from a very wet, very different world.

A young woman is dragged out of bed to be sent off to parts unknown by train. But when she's plopped at the platform, dozens of other people are also getting on this same steam train and all its carriages.