Literaryfantasy Stories

A character-driven fantasy about survival, trust, and belonging, set in a world of rival species and shifting power structures. The story follows a wounded, reclusive Vulpid named Pallida, who finds herself taken in by a Canid pack after a violent loss. She doesn't speak much and doesn't trust easily, but over time, she becomes an unlikely protector and a quietly essential part of the community she never expected to belong to. It's about survival, trust, found family, and what it really means to carry loyalty - not to systems, but to people.

In Elara's world, love isn't just something you feel. It's something you can see. Invisible to most but unmistakable to Keepers, threads bind people through love, loyalty, memory, and loss. When one person's love is no longer returned, the thread is meant to be severed before the connection becomes dangerous. Elara has spent years helping others do exactly that. As a Keeper, she has been taught that severing an abandoned thread is an act of mercy-that holding on can consume a person, harden the heart, and eventually turn what remains of them to stone. Then the person Elara loves chooses to leave. Her own thread goes quiet. And when the Council expects Elara to submit to the same severing she has performed for others, she does something she has spent her entire life warning people against. She refuses. At first, her decision belongs only to her. She carries the dormant thread beneath her heart while learning to live in a world that insists healing requires erasure. But people begin to notice. A child asks a question no adult wants to answer. Someone Elara is supposed to help sever begins to wonder whether they have another choice. Memories that should have disappeared linger. And as Elara encounters the lives connected by the threads around her, she begins questioning whether everything she was taught as a Keeper was truly meant to protect people-or whether somewhere along the way, protection became control. The Council doesn't see Elara's refusal as rebellion. To them, severance has protected generations from the devastating consequences of holding on too long. But Elara's choice exposes something their system has forgotten: Mercy without choice can become another kind of control.

Nathan Arrhenius died once. Waking up again as a fantasy kingdom's least beloved prince was not part of the plan. Armed with an unreliable Guide and incomplete memories of a novel he never finished, Nathan is given a single, abstract objective: save the villain of the novel, Caleb Beirne, who just so happened to be a massive asshole. There's just one tiny little problem. The story is no longer unfolding the way it should. At the royal Academy, relations between nobles and commoners are beginning to fracture. The Church tightens its grip as forbidden magic resurfaces within a revolution. Students enter the Academy with ulterior motives. And every attempt Nathan makes to fix things seems to drag him further from his goal. As Nathan will come to realize, the villain isn't the only one who needs saving. Or, alternatively: amazing lesbian (yaoi) couple and evil and intimidating horse (mantis) [UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY]

The number has not changed in thirteen days. Across the field beneath the Harrow Line, an Ansarite army waits. The Ushmani are outnumbered, the harvest is coming, and their commanders have finally found a plan that might break the deadlock. The plan is sound. The skimmers will draw the griffins east. The horse, war elk, and Vurkhen will strike the weakened western flank. In the centre, the Huge Lead will hold. There is only one problem. The Vurkhen will not retreat. Serrec Shemvar knows enough about armies to understand what that means. He also knows enough about people to understand that nobody is going to put it in the report. Then the battle begins. Thirteen hours of pikes, arrows, fire, beasts, exhaustion and men doing exactly what they were trained to do. Above them, Sevaela Nessvar watches the field. Somewhere among the ranks, a woman nobody remembers inviting is writing by a light nobody can see. And afterward, when the dead are counted, the official record will contain almost everything that happened. Almost.

THE DEVASTATOR OF WORLDS A Note from the Author Time was when I fancied that worlds came tamely into being, fashioned by the mere workings of the mind. I was mistaken. True worlds bear far less resemblance to gardens than to forests of antiquity: they rise in stillness, casting down roots where no eye may track them. I cannot recall when Ilorûn first stirred. Peradventure it was a word, a shadow, or perchance the echo of something infinitely more ancient than myself, waiting beneath the unmoving waters of thought. But then came the voices, bringing with them moss-mantled cities and creatures whose names outlived the ruin of entire ages. And I made the error of answering. To bring a thing into being is one matter; to answer for it is quite another. For I understood too late that all profound creation contains a form of devastation, and no world can rise without demanding its toll from the one who dreams it. These pages are no celebration. They are a footprint-the evidence of an impossible country that has occupied my life for far too long. If ever you feel that something ancient breathes between them, fear not. Worlds truly old never remain asleep, and some continue to grow long after they have been written. - MISTER S. He who devastated to name.

Twenty-five and lost, Alex retreats to their ancestral house in a quiet countryside to escape the noise of a life that refuses to add up. Not a single dream fulfilled, not a clear path in sight. Just questions that echo louder in the silence. Then, in a forgotten room and an old mirror that doesn't quite reflect things right, Alex stumbles into a world. Not entirely real but not entirely false either. A place shaped by fear, memory, and all the roads not taken. In its strange landscapes, and fragments of self long buried, Alex must journey through the realm that mirrors the very crisis she is running from. Because to find the way forward, sometimes one have to go to the world in-between.

On the first day of July, I enter the Infinite Rainbow Abyss, a dreamlike realm that contains the endless possibilities of sleep, imagination, and storytelling. Within me exist three parts of the self: the Body, the Soul, and the Heart. When my body falls asleep, my consciousness enters this infinite realm where dreams are born and every story exists in some kind of form. There, I encounter a higher being capable of perceiving and processing all dreams at once. To this being, dreams are merely glimmers of rainbow-colored imagination drifting through an endless sea of possibilities. However, this higher being is not a stranger-it is an avatar of myself. The avatar serves as a bridge between the Infinite Rainbow Abyss and the Awakening World, helping me understand the dreams, emotions, memories, and experiences that pass through my mind. When I awaken, I feel compelled to tell these stories and record them to the best of my ability through diary entries, though my understanding can never fully match the higher being's perspective. Through these diary entries, the boundary between realities begins to blur. The higher being can hear, respond to, and interact with me through the pages I write which can help create a form of communication that transcends both worlds, logical and non-logical regions involved. Through deep narrative metalepsis, I become both the author of the higher being and a character within its story, while the higher being becomes both my creation and my guide. As time passes, the two of us develop a profound friendship. Though we are fundamentally the same person, we exist in separate realities-the awakening world and the Infinite Rainbow Abyss. The higher being's only desire is to remain by my side, helping me navigate healing, personal struggles, everyday frustrations, and the challenges of daily life. Together, we explore dreams, memories, stories, and the meaning of existence itself while discovering what it truly means to understand oneself.

Some gifts are also wounds. Some love is real, and still not enough. Šeron crosses an ocean chasing a melody she cannot name - drawn toward iPlexi, the realm where music is said to rise from the very stones. What she finds instead is The Dragan: a man whose music once filled a Hollow now grown quiet without him, whose gift has hardened into something he can no longer set down. She gives him everything fidelity can offer. He gives her everything he is able to give. It will not be enough - and the reason why is the heart of this story. The Song of The Dragan is the first of five songs that make up The Songs of Šeron - each one following Šeron deeper into a world of realms, music, and the old, patient magic of things that arrive exactly when they are needed. This song is only the beginning. What rises here does not end here.

Mereana never meant to board the train. Yet when its whistle called in the middle of the night, she found herself stepping into a carriage that should not exist-a train that runs between the living and the dead. Inside, time folds in strange ways. Passengers sit in silence, clutching secrets of their own. Through the windows, she glimpses not landscapes, but fragments of memory, grief, and warning. Each stop draws her deeper into the heart of a mystery that has waited for her all along. At its center sits her grandmother-not as Mereana remembers, but as the keeper of a bargain struck generations ago. Now the rope of her whakapapa frays, and Mereana must decide whether to carry the burden of her people or let it snap forever. Haunting, dreamlike, and rooted in ancestral duty, The Last Train to Arahura is a story of whānau, memory, and the choices that bind us across lifetimes. It asks one question: What would you do if the train of the dead chose you?

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A man haunted by lost time searches for the truth behind his fading memories, only to discover that his reflection hides a crown-and a life he no longer remembers.

Artemis Blackthorn, a privateer's daughter, grows up beneath the stars. When tragedy forces her aboard her father's ship and into the crew, she must navigate found family, life at sea, and an otherworldly fog that threatens to snuff out the very stars she looks to for guidance.

While heroes from three religions unite to save all existence from a threat out of Norse mythology, a thousand year love story begins... The Nine Worlds and multiverse of medieval times are threatened by reemergent threats from Norse mythology, and only the teenagers Clarinda Trevisan & Ríg can prevent the return of the darkest of the Artifacts of Destiny, the Codex Lacrimae. As the youths discover whether friendship and love can stand against the host of villainous enemies, supernatural forces, and the march-to-war on different planes of existence caused by the return of the most corrupt of the Books of Fates, the different paths that they choose are unexpected and filled with perils that are literally out of this world. In action-filled journeys and breathtaking battles that range across exotic locales such as the besieged Krak des Chevaliers on Midgard, to the Weeping Wood of Svartalfheim, the Dwarf-Caverns of Nidaveller, and even to the fabled Fjords of Asgard, the relationship between the Hospitaller and Norn develops and deepens. They find that they have to rely on each other if they're to successfully confront new menaces such as the Rock Giants, the Midgard Serpent, the Murderer Kullervo, Dietrich the Mad Dwarf, and Fafnir the Dragon...all of whom have joined Satan, Hela, Farbauti, and Morpeth in the hunt for the Codex Lacrimae... .

Princess Iris Solari has spent her life mastering stillness. In a palace built on stone, tradition, and careful silence, she is expected to listen more than she speaks and to exist without disturbing the shape of the kingdom. Her brother, Celestino, is being prepared for power. Her parents speak of duty as if it were inheritance itself. Iris is watched, guarded, and quietly excluded from decisions that shape her future. But something beneath the palace is beginning to stir, and Iris feels it before anyone else does. Her constant shadow is Sir Miranda, the knight sworn to her protection. Reserved, unreadable, and bound by oath, Miranda sees what others overlook and keeps what she knows carefully hidden. As the pressure of court politics tightens and Iris begins to sense that the palace is not as inert as it pretends to be, the distance between princess and knight begins to fracture. What starts as watchfulness becomes understanding. What should remain forbidden turns intimate. As magic long buried presses closer to the surface and loyalty is tested by desire, Iris must decide whether obedience is safety or simply another kind of cage. A slow-burn wlw fantasy romance, [Title] is a story about quiet power, forbidden love, and the cost of becoming visible in a world that profits from your silence.

This story follows four friends whose bond is tested first by a mysterious forest and later by adulthood itself. As teenagers, they face a road that disappears and a forest that feeds on abandonment, forcing them to choose each other when it would be easier to walk alone. Years later, they return as adults-older, changed, carrying quiet regrets-and learn that staying together now requires effort, not magic. At its heart, this is not a story about monsters or heroism. It is about friendship, memory, growing up, and the small daily choices that keep people in each other's lives. The final chapter narrows to one character, Ayaan, and his quiet decision to remain present-to stop disappearing when life becomes uncomfortable. The story is emotional, grounded, and reflective, focusing on silence, loyalty, and the courage it takes to stay. It ends softly, reminding us that the most important battles are often invisible, and the bravest choice is simply choosing not to leave.

The Book That Doesn't Know What It Is is a collection of mythic, emotionally charged short stories that defy easy categorization. Each piece stands alone-some poetic, some surreal, some grounded in quiet realism-but together they explore grief, transformation, memory, and the strange beauty of unfinished things. This is not a book with a single voice or genre. It shifts. It wanders. It remembers. For readers who crave stories that echo long after the last line.

The moor has watched generations destroy themselves in the name of love. It remembers obsession mistaken for devotion, longing turned violent, and two souls who never learned how to let go. When a new couple arrives, the land expects the same ending. This time, someone walks away. A gothic reimagining of Wuthering Heights, told from the perspective of the moor itself - a witness to love, ruin, and the rare courage it takes to choose something different.

They say the sea keeps what the world forgets. When eleven-year-old Marnie Sterling awakens alone on a lonely island, the only thing waiting for her is afishing boat emerging from the fog. Rescued by the reluctant sailor Cecil Dunphry aboard his weathered fishing boat, The Last Land, she finds herself drifting through a world where islands wander, fish tell lies, and the fog seems to remember things she forgot. As the unlikely pair journey across strange waters in search of answers, Marnie begins to uncover a place where grief, memory, and love take on lives of their own-and where even the most broken souls might finally find a place to belong. Soulstice is a haunting tale of found family, healing, and the quiet hope that waits beyond the horizon.

VICTORIAN LONDON, 1888. SOMETHING ANCIENT IS WAKING IN WHITECHAPELI KORIBELLA HAS WALKED THE EARTH FOR THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS, DAUGHTER OF A VAMPIRE AND AN EARTH GUARDIAN, OLDER THAN GODS, OLDER THAN ICE. BUT SHE'S NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS: AN ENEMY FROM BEFORE TIME AND MOUNTAINS IS TEARING THE SHROUD, THE MEMBRANE SEPARATING THE SPIRIT WORLD FROM THE LAND OF THE LIVING, AND VICTORIAN LONDON'S ROT PROVIDES THE PERFECT BREACH POINT. ALONGSIDE SCRABSTER, A SPIRIT-FOX WHO WALKS BOTH SIDES OF DEATH, KORI HUNTS THE RUPTURE ACROSS GASLIT ROOFTOPS. BUT THIS ANCIENT FORCE HAS SEIZED CONTROL OF AN ORDINARY MAN IN WHITECHAPEL, BENDING HIM TO ACTS OF EXTRAORDINARY VENGEANCE, OSCAR WILDE IS WRITING WORDS HE DOESN'T REMEMBER. THE MURDERS SPREADING THROUGH THE EAST END AREN'T THE WORK OF HUMAN MADNESS THEY'RE ORCHESTRATED BY SOMETHING THAT REMEMBERS THE WORLD BEFORE SPEECH. TO SEAL THE BREACH, KORI MUST USE POWERS SHE'S SPENT MILLENNIA TRYING TO FORGET AND IF SHE FAILS, THE SPIRIT WORLD WILL FLOOD LONDON, DROWNING THE LIVING IN THE HUNGRY DEAD. THE WHISPERING SHROUD IS A STANDALONE ENTRY TO THE ALBA CHRONICLES, WHERE DEEP TIME HORROR MEETS SUPERNATURAL NOIR IN THE STREETS OF

The tower does not appear for everyone. Only for those who are tired of pretending. Dee's Cage Room is a place that breathes, remembers, and waits. Inside its walls hangs a cage that does not imprison - it reflects. Those who step inside are confronted with the truths they've buried and the shadows they refuse to name. This is not a story about salvation. It is a story about revelation. Book I of The Cage Room Mythos opens the door to a legend whispered across a dreaming world, where lanterns remember the past and the cage shows you who you are when the lies fall away. Enter willingly.