Portalfantasy Stories

*ENGLISH* What if everything you believe about the world is only the surface? Mehga Blackwood feels it like a faint tug at the edge of his mind, a secret waiting to be uncovered. There are doors no one else sees, whispers that brush past like shadows, and a quiet magic that lingers just out of reach. He's drawn deeper, pulled by questions that won't let go, by mysteries hidden in plain sight. What truths lie beneath the everyday? What worlds hide behind closed doors? If you listen closely, you might just hear the story beginning...

[Transmigration | Cultivation | Game System | Player Summoning | Sect Building | Comedy] After transmigrating into a world of cultivation, Lu Qing inherited exactly one thing: A ruined sect. The mountains were barren, the halls were empty, and the surrounding wilderness was crawling with monsters and hostile races. Rebuilding the sect should have been impossible. Then Lu Qing discovered that the Sect's Little Assistant could summon "players" from another world-players who believed they had entered a fully immersive game. From that moment on, everything changed. Land abandoned for centuries was cleared overnight by players who treated farming as a hidden quest. Monsters that once terrorized the region were worn down by endless waves of fearless challengers. Invading enemies expected to conquer a dying sect, only to be chased all the way home by people who thought war loot was an event reward. Some players even brought body-tempering techniques back to reality and became world-class fighters. Others turned melodies from the cultivation world into hit songs. Lu Qing watched his sect rise from the ruins with growing satisfaction. He would have been completely satisfied-if his disciples would stop following him around every day, convinced that he was an NPC hiding a legendary questline. Original Author: Crystal Rock Sugar English Edition: Fat Goose Novel This Wattpad edition includes Chapters 1-30 of the English translation. For more stories and publishing updates, please visit the Fat Goose Novel profile.

Valentine's Day at Jaja Family Cat House was supposed to be peaceful. Then, the magic happened. When three ordinary cats awaken as the legendary Dimensional Guardians, the line between our world and the unknown begins to blur. With an ancient artifact hidden in their home, their mission is clear: protect the gates, or watch the world fall. The feline adventure of a lifetime begins now."

Her empire burned in one night. "The council that was supposed to save the Starveil Empire chose hope instead of action." Hope lost. So Vaeloria didn't. A thousand years. A hundred worlds. One primordial hunger that's been getting away with mass extinction for far too long. No army, No throne, No Empire. She doesn't have anyone left who remembers her real name. Scars that don't stop spreading, a blade that drinks what it cuts, and a vow she's let consume her soul. She caught up to it once. It's never forgotten her since. Welcome to the Rift. (This is NOT fanfic. Yes, there's a symbiote. No, it's not that one.)

Sienna Rossi was investigating a story she wasn't supposed to find. She found it anyway. The thing in the crate had been waiting for exactly this kind of mistake. Calculating. Patient. Waiting for someone stubborn enough - or stupid enough - to open the lid. Now there's no Sienna without Xyla. No Xyla without Sienna. Just one bonded pair, hunted, yanked through a rift, and dropped into a world called Elyria with zero warning and zero answers. Voss Biotech doesn't lose property. It retrieves it. Welcome to the Rift. (This is NOT fanfic. Yes, there's a symbiote. No, it's not that one.) New Chapters are set to drop Mon,Wed, & Fri @10am CST.

#1 in #shadowandbone on 8/1/26 #2 #Grishaverse 8/3/36 Celeste is a competitive sailor, a book nerd, and currently, very concussed. One minute she's drowning in a Massachusetts bay after a brutal sailing accident, and the next she's waking up in a First Army tent being accused of being a Fjerdan spy. To make matters worse, Alina Starkov is dead, the Shadow Fold is still a nightmare, and Celeste just accidentally summoned a bead of light. Stuck in what she is 90% convinced is a highly vivid lucid dream, she decides to survive the Grishaverse the only way she knows how: by demanding snacks, bothering the Crows, and severely testing the Darkling's patience. Ravka isn't ready for sixteen years of modern teenage spite. Or, a half feral sun summoner nobody asked for and nobody can handle. As of 8/1/26 # 1 cracktreatedseriously #4 grishaverse #2 moretagstobeadded #2 concussion #4 aleksandermorozova #1 the fold #1 chaoticgood #2 Alternate universe-canondivergence

Sometimes the greatest inheritance isn't a house... it's a secret. After the sudden loss of their parents, four siblings return to the Charleston home they left behind as children, hoping to settle the estate and move on with their lives. Instead, they uncover something impossible. Hidden among their parents' belongings is a collection of exquisite crystal perfume bottles, each containing a living world unlike anything they have ever imagined. Oceans move, stars shimmer, forests breathe, and kingdoms exist behind glass. What begins as curiosity soon becomes an adventure that will change everything they thought they knew about their parents... and about reality itself. Because some worlds were never meant to stay bottled.

Seraphyra awakens alone on an impossible shore with no memory of who she is... or how she got there. Trapped beneath a colossal dome, she finds herself in a forgotten world where prehistoric beasts roam beneath twin suns, dragons rule the skies, and ancient ruins hide the secrets of civilizations long thought lost. With nothing but her instincts, every day becomes a battle against hunger, predators, and the unforgiving wilderness. Then she discovers a single black dragon egg. When the hatchling chooses her, an unbreakable bond is forged between them. As Myrrakai grows from a helpless hatchling into a powerful dragon, Seraphyra begins uncovering forgotten temples, mysterious relics, and a history buried beneath the Dome for thousands of years. But every answer only leads to more questions. She doesn't realize that by taking the egg... ...she committed the greatest theft in the history of the Dome. Somewhere beyond the mountains, an ancient Dragon God rides a dragon older than kingdoms themselves, searching for the egg stolen from its sacred nest. At the same time, the Voralox Dominion spreads across the land, conquering civilizations in the name of its faith. Those who refuse to kneel are given only two choices: Convert... or perish. Now hunted by an ancient god, pursued by a relentless empire, and bound to a dragon that was never meant to choose a human, Seraphyra must uncover the truth behind the Dome.

In a world where magic flows like the tides and ancient curses lie deep beneath the waves, the fate of a kingdom hangs in the balance. Busaba, an eighth princess from the hidden realm of Thip Makkha, has always dreamed of the world beyond her misty borders. But when she discovers the tragic plight of Nakhon Thara-a city drowning under the relentless wrath of the demon Kalakini-her curiosity turns into a crusade. Armed with the grace of the sea and an ancient destiny, Busaba transforms from a silent observer into the savior of a fallen prince. As darkness rises and the waters threaten to consume everything, she must master the legendary Mantra of Majjha to save both her own dimension and the man who holds the key to the city's survival. Can a princess of the hidden realm and a prince of the sunken city defy an ancient demon? Or will the curse of the seas claim them both? Dive into a tale of courage, forbidden magic, and an unbreakable bond between a tiger-cat guardian and the prince she swore to protect.

The reigning monarch's spouse was dead, the Empire was in mourning. Coincidentally, Verrie Adelberry arrived, not too long after. The queen's body had not yet grown cold and they had started to make quite the name for themself. Verrie did not journey the vastly spanning roads of the Empire, nor did they travel to the capital by any normal means. It was almost out of a myth. One second there was naught more than empty air, and the next, they were careening out of the sky as if they had been kicked out of the heavens by the gods themselves. Adorned in clothes that none had ever seen, with an accent that none had ever heard, and nonsense spilling from their lips, it was no wonder why Verrie was thrown at the widowed ruler's feet and declared a murderer. For there was no other explanation for Verrie, with their strange name and even stranger mannerisms- nor would there be any for the bodies that would begin to pile up since their arrival. Unbeknownst to all, Verrie was no traveler, or god, muderer, or anyone in this strange world of their own free will. They were from a modern age, and they would have to prove their innocence by whatever means necessary. That was easier said than done considering that they were being held hostage deep in the bowels of the Imperator's dungeon. Cover by just-alex-iguess on Tumblr

When an unidentified patient dies during Jo's shift, she leaves behind an iron key etched with a symbol Jo has seen before, scribbled across old receipts and tucked into the margins of her mother's books. The key opens doors into fractured worlds, but every answer draws Jo closer to the secret her mother buried and forces her to decide how much of herself she is willing to lose to uncover it.

Aislyn Hart has spent twenty-three years being ordinary; just finished her residency with her general practitioner diploma in hand, she comes home to assist as camp nurse, daughter of the woman who built this place from nothing, the tall, dark-haired anomaly in a family she's never quite matched. Then the dreams start: two moons, silver water, a war she's never seen and can't forget. Then the fire she can't explain. Between the boy who charms her without trying and the one who can't stand to look at her... and can't stop. Aislyn learns the truth her parents never could tell her. She isn't from here. She was carried through a dying portal as a newborn, the last gift of a mother who died to save her from a war that followed her anyway. Now that war has found camp. Michael wants what her blood carries. Jaxon has wanted her... bond-deep since the day they met, even if his pride wouldn't let her see it. She was told once that some things aren't built to blend in. They're built to stand out, stand tall, and find the ones who stand with them. She's about to find out exactly what she's built for.

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🖤 She was never meant to enter that world. On a stormy night in the 1990s, Nia is sent through a forbidden portal by her mother into Obsidian Academy-a hidden school where magic is inherited, extraordinary students train to master their powers, and every legacy hides a secret. Surrounded by powerful allies, dangerous rivals, and a mysterious boy named Taehyung, whose gaze feels strangely familiar, Nia slowly uncovers a terrifying truth. Students are disappearing. Not dying. Not leaving. Erased. Forgotten by everyone... Except her. As whispers call her name and visions to blur the line between life and death, Nia discovers she's connected to The Veil-the fragile boundary separating both worlds. While an ancient darkness begins to awaken, friendships are tested, rivalries ignite, jealousy grows, and love becomes the most dangerous magic of all. To save everyone, Nia must face a destiny she never asked for... even if it means losing the person she loves most. ✨ A dark fantasy romance filled with: • Enemies to lovers • Love triangle • Magic academy • Found family • Betrayal & hidden secrets • Powerful friendships • War between worlds • Heartbreaking sacrifice 🖤 In a world where memories can be erased... What happens when love refuses to be forgotten?

When a mysterious portal pulls Sylvia into another world, the last thing she expects is to wake up as the replacement bride of an ancient dragon. Cidarius Valhalem, the feared Crimson Dragon, has no interest in love. He promises her only one thing: "If you ever wish to leave, I'll grant you a divorce." She thinks he wants her gone. He thinks he's respecting her freedom. Neither of them realizes they're about to change each other's lives forever. After all... She wasn't chosen by prophecy. She was an accident.

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.

A blank page. A looming deadline. Three mysterious creatures. Sometimes, the greatest stories begin when inspiration finds you first.

When the world collapses, what choices do you make? Charlie Whitmore has been a reluctant nomad her entire life. Her father has never remained in a place long enough to call home and never explained why. Charlie has always blindly followed out of necessity, but two weeks before she's finally free, he requests one last journey. Evren is nothing as she expects. Its villagers can't seem to stop looking at her as she walks by. They have secrets she can't crack, and they don't seem eager to share. And from the second she crosses its borders, a voice overtakes her thoughts that doesn't belong to her, and no one else seems to hear. As the voice's presence grows stronger and her father retreats into a distance that's never been between them before now, she begins to question everything she's ever known. With the help of new friends, Charlie finds a truth that redefines her identity. A truth hidden to preserve a meticulous web of history. And Charlie's the key to unraveling it.

"It doesn't matter anymore. All you need to know is because you roped her in, she's a liability." He cracks his neck. "Say goodbye to your new friend." The fae wilds were supposed to be whimsical and an escape from reality. But when Ursula follows August, a fawn prince of the Dawn Court, through a portal, she realizes it's anything but. Every creature thirsts for human flesh and blood--in more ways than one. As the two form a friendship and, soon after, a blossoming romance, they have to fight tooth and nail to keep each other alive, no matter the cost. Assassination attempts, time travel, and and evil hidden within Elitist fae courts will have them tearing down personal ideologies, relationships, and their own physical and mental limits. Saving the Fawn Prince will have your head spinning and your heart aching as both characters learn who they truly are, and what they mean to one another. + + + Updates Wednesdays at Midnight

Thirteen-year-old Ellie has always believed there's a little magic hidden in the world. She just never expected to find it. When a mysterious girl and a small white dog lead her deep into the woods, Ellie discovers a lonely door standing in a forgotten clearing. But the moment she steps through, she's transported to a breathtaking world where abandoned story characters still live, waiting for endings they were never given. As a darkness known as the Fade begins erasing the forgotten stories one by one, Ellie must uncover why she was chosen to find them-and who the mysterious girl really was. Because some stories deserve to be remembered... and some are willing to rewrite history to make sure they are.