Yafantasy Stories

He married her for revenge - and made sure she felt every ounce of it, barely letting her breathe under the weight of his hatred. But when he discovered the bitter truth - that she had been innocent all along, unaware of the crime he believed she'd committed - it was already too late. She was gone. What happens next? Come, let's dive into the turbulent story of Manvi and Abhinav - a saga of revenge, hate... and a love that neither of them saw coming. Manvi x Abhinav Hate x Love "They hated each other at first, but destiny has its own plans."

With the threat of war on the rise. What shall everyone do? The clans keep adding and the stories keep revealing. The snow kingdom surely should be the safest place and yet the call of the forest keeps calling. Everyone- Cati, Iris, Rosling, Aquatitic, Oranch, Aquath, Mic Mairy, Mikail and more- are now forced to try and find their way throughout this new world that has came from nowhere. New friends and new enemies. The powers of which they've never seen and fairies that seem stranger and stranger. History is never to be trusted. Newcomers either... or anyone else you know for that matter. Arcs or whatever I can remember: • Cati and Iris, long lost siblings who now face a world of uncertainty while trying to figure out what sisterhood truly means. • Rosling is struggling to remember faces of those she knew as she spends more time away from them. Raine will forever be her top priority, even in the twist of Timber's that puts her loyalty to the test. • Mic is forced to return and meet face to face with her own clan. Seeing her sister and all those she wished to never see again. The places she goes and the things she reads causing more than an uproar. • Aquatitic, Oranch, Mairy, Mikail and Aquath are trying to learn more about their own history as serval other fairies of their clan seem to be living on the island as refugees. The wonders that hold in store before anything burns out their curiosity or passion. Not a single one of them could ever expect to see what can be used. • Mais is living the dream... until she isn't. I don't even know what I ended up doing with her but she returned and disappeared. She's got a disappearing act going on. Love you Mais! Sorry for spelling your name wrong so often- don't worry, I'll slander Lily by slamming the Ls she should be served with. There's like that many stories being told at once and the entire plot is lost into a full blown "should I do this?" act of mine. I mean, we explore every kingdom but flower and

Seven teens vanish beneath a Narra tree. They awaken in a world of magic-each marked with a power they never asked for. Knight. Mage. Rogue. Healer. Beast. Bard. Ranger. Someone summoned them. Someone is watching. And the tree isn't done with them yet.

From a world bathed in eternal night comes Orion, a shadow hunter with a mysterious past. When the Shadow Weaver's darkness begins to spread, Orion joins the Council of Connected Stars, seeking to protect his home from Nyx's star-devouring power. But as he navigates the treacherous path to confront the Shadow Weaver, Orion must confront his own inner demons and reveal the secrets that haunt his starless world.

Ɗҽßσɾαԋ ᗯιɬɬια𝓶ട is your typical teenage girl - stylish, loves to gossip, and has a complicated personal life. An ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. Or so she thought. Sԋҽ ԃιട𝓬σʋҽɾട she has supernatural abilities - and apparently, she's not the only one. While trying to navigate through a difficult chapter in her life and keeping her powers a secret, she receives a peculiar letter in the mail, inviting her to join an academy. But not just any academy: An academy for people like her. Turns out there's a whole different world she never knew about outside her own, an escape she never known about. An escape she desperately needed. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Please do not take my idea or any form of writing from this book, I will take legal action!! I post the unedited versions on here---i edit it after I post. Sorry, it's too much work to edit all at once and I don't want people to steal my best work. Best Rankings: #1 in #fantasyworld #1 in #magicworlds #1 in #prophecies How I post: New chapter every 10 days, if I'm busy, maybe 11 or 12 days. New Aesthetics: 9:45 A.M. New Chapter: 10 A.M. If I haven't finished it by the day before it's supposed to be published, it may take longer.

Fifth and final book of the Catalysts Series. Please read other installments first (forgive the first book's terrible writing since i wrote it when i'm really young). ✰ Lena must now deal with the consequences of messing with power she doesn't understand. Depending on her decision, it might be a one way trip, and her one last chance to fix things.

An ancient cathedral guards a relic with the power to restore the kingdom, war-torn and poverty-stricken, to its former glory. However, the magic on the cathedral will only grant entry to the innocent---anyone over the age of sixteen is considered too old. Every year, a child under sixteen is sent by the king to restore their home to glory. But this year, Dawn Jolene Agosto is sent to the cathedral to restore her home. One chance to save her kingdom. Magic is in the air. Failure is not an option. What lessons will she learn? Who will she meet? Read this story to find out!

Jasper Madison is the crown prince of Turone, living under the crushing expectations of his father, the king. These two may seem like they have nothing in Cecily Quinn is a seventeen year old citizen of Turone, struggling like everyone else, to survive as a poor commoner suffering under the corrupt monarchy. These two individuals may seem to have nothing in common, but both-and everyone else in Turone-are forced by the kingdom's law to wear a Mask all day long, a sweltering face covering, stiff and unnecessary. Can love and honesty win out in the unlikely alliance between Cecily and Jasper during their fight to learn the truth about Turone and to free the kingdom of Masks forever?

Finn Madden's life in the Irish foster system has always been bleak, but escaping it means stepping into a world far more dangerous. Swept away to the Grove Academy in the mythical realm of Tír na nDraoi, Finn discovers he is a Weaver, capable of bending Aether, the life-force of the universe itself. But this power comes with a target on his back. As the last surviving Guardian of the Western Waters, Finn carries a bloodline sworn to protect the legendary Cauldron of Rebirth. Now, he must master his newfound magic and fulfill his legacy, racing against dark forces seeking to claim the Cauldron for themselves.

People disappear in Ironvale, and Victor knows why. Control is the only thing keeping him human. Losing it would mean becoming a monster. Then there's William. Human. Kind. And far too good at seeing the parts of Victor that should stay hidden. A slow-burn YA fantasy romance about restraint, choice, and the good someone chooses to see in you.

Lila Emery-Park's mother only had one rule--to always keep the birthmark in the shape of sleeping dragon on her shoulder hidden. Lila always considered it a curiosity and a unique quirk--that is until she meets two other girls with the same birthmark on their shared seventeenth birthday. Lila is ushered into a world of dragons and learns of a shared inheritance and a curse. Descended from the last Pendragon, King of the Dragons, Lila and her friends are the only hope the realm of dragons holds to break the curse that prevents them from taking their true form. Lila, Aideen, and Kira must compete in the Trials by Fire to determine who will usher in the return of dragons to the world. Only one can assume the throne of Pendragon.

[UNDER EDITING] The princess. A role more symbolic than powerful, a position more caging than liberating. A life more dreadful than joyous. It's a wonder to the people why Princess Lantana ran from her position. Yet, free in the forest, Lantana never felt more jubilant. The General. A man of stoic brutality, his name laced with fear tied to the battlefield. A man who's surprisingly level-headed for a man of war, yet wholly devoted to the crown. When the General returns Lantana to her gilded lifestyle, she's swept into a world of ballgowns and delicacies, yet tension is simmering beneath the golden folds of her dresses or the foundations of the castle. Tension pulled from the deepest roots of the world, pressure waiting to explode. For the King made a dreadful bargain, one with divine consequences. *** TW: Descriptions of violence, war, death, mild swearing. As stated, I'm undergoing editing and am too lazy to change all the banners in the chapters one by one, so I'll be doing it gradually. Chapters edited: 7/40 Huge thanks to @redflowers- for the beautiful banner and @wandology for the cover and banners! Featured (x1) @fantasy

In the Archipelago, golden grains shimmer with zavi, a living spice that fuels both magic and survival. When a young fisher named Sage dies while saving a rival island, he returns marked by the Tagan, the Fish God. Powers gone, Sage and his name are whispered across the seas as both curse and miracle. Determined to reclaim his lost powers, Sage embarks on a perilous journey through volcanic islands, divine politics, and ancient prophecies. As alliances fracture and Gods stir, he must decide how much he's willing to sacrifice to regain his old self.

This is a YA fantasy novella, written for ONC 2026. Sixteen-year-old Kathrin has grown up within the walls of a castle always locked in winter, under the care of her adoptive father, the winter lord, and she's never wanted anything more. Then Kathrin finds a unicorn shivering in the snow, and forms a magical bond with the creature. She must leave the castle to train with other unicorn riders and learn to wield her new magic: that of all four seasons. not only is the forest kingdom outside her home too warm and too colorful, but the other riders see her beloved wintry father figure as a villain, a dark lord who stole the magic of winter for himself and had to be locked away in a castle. As Kathrin struggles to carry out a secret mission for the winter lord, she learns more about his past and questions everything she's ever known.

Kept alive far past her time to fulfil a purpose long since fulfilled, Crest, an ancient Guardian of the Keep, is less than pleased when she is awoken to fight the Evil from the Sea. Again. Worse, she discovers that she has become a sort of patron spirit to the wolves of the Keep. Forced to play court in the same song and dance and furious at their blatant idolatry, Crest keeps the very wolves she's promised to protect at a frigid distance as she searches for a way to free herself from the cycle. But as Crest's searching takes her down darker and darker paths, one wolf, Swallow, sees the spray from the waves and brings a question to light: Will Crest turn her back on the Keep and all those who keep her bound, or in her efforts to free herself, will she let them die? Is it only the Keep who has forgotten the ways of old, or is Crest too set adrift? ·°‧ ༄༄༄◃✦▹༄༄༄ ‧°· "Sequel" to and set in the same world as Where the Star Weeps. !ONLY ON WATTPAD! If you are reading this elsewhere, it has been STOLEN and your device is susceptible to malware. All rights reserved. Absolutely NO feeding AI.

🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all. ─ᛰ─ In the elder days before mortal kings etched their borders into stone, before time was measured by crowns and conquests, when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory, there came upon our people an age of quiet sundering. It was a time when Giants still walked the high places, when Dragons passed like storms along the horizons, and when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory. Yet even then, doubt found root. In those days there arose among mortals a whispering hunger, seeded by those who wore borrowed faces. The Changeling Wizards, who fed fear as if it were wisdom. Convincing mortal kings, the magic of the elves no longer served them. What had once been shared truth became superstition. What had once been kinship became a war of wills. From that hour, the old goodwill ended. Thus the space between our peoples widened, until the old paths closed and we were pressed back into the frost-bitten heights of our ancestral lands. And what would happen next would leave the old world in the silent throes of an uneasy realization that all was not as it seemed... A time when love and acceptance became fear and those fears bred greed. Greed bred forgetting. And forgetting became blame. But in that age arose two souls. One born of mortal blood, one of mortal grace. Who chose to stand where others turned away. Alvaro, and Daniela of the western shores, whose names the stone itself remembers. ─ᛰ─ ONC Prompt 78 You begin to realize that things are not as they seem. 🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all.

No prophecy. No relic. No chosen one. LaTao is just a short girl who studied and worked her butt off to be the best... and somehow that's worse. Back at the most prestigious magic school in the kingdom, all she wants is to graduate, pass the Mage Test, and keep her friendships intact. But when excellence looks like arrogance and success breeds jealousy, staying small may be the hardest spell of all. Red Apprentice is a character-driven YA fantasy about ambition, power earned, and the price of standing out. ✨ New chapters weekly

After a devastating accident claims the lives of her parents, Xara is left alone in the wreckage of a life she no longer recognizes. Grief hollowed her world, and she is certain nothing could ever fill the silence they left behind. She is wrong. A voice begins to call to her from the depths of her dreams-ancient, urgent, and hauntingly familiar. As the visions intensify, reality itself begins to fracture. Shadows stir with purpose. Time falters. And Xara discovers that her sorrow is tied to a truth far more dangerous than she could have imagined. The boundary between worlds is weakening. Drawn into a hidden legacy she never asked for, Xara must confront the mystery of her own existence and the power awakening within her. But destiny is a cruel inheritance, and accepting it means facing the darkness threatening to consume everything she has left-including the fragile connections, unexpected allies, and first stirrings of love that are teaching her how to live again. As night closes in and the fate of the world hangs in the balance, Xara must choose: remain a girl defined by loss... or rise as something far greater. Because if she fails, the light will fall-and the world will be swallowed by eternal night.

Whispers in the dust, blood on the leaves. In this Texas town, history isn't just learned.. it's survived.. Mary and Layla are about to discover that the past isn't dead; it's waiting A story of secrets, shadows, and the high cost of the truth.

They called it a gift. They always have. The Flame burned at the center of the chamber bright, steady, controlled. Perfect. It never wavered. Never dimmed. Because it was never allowed to. "They're ready," one voice said from the shadows. "They always are," another replied. The chamber was vast, carved from stone older than any record that remained. Symbols lined the walls faded, worn, deliberately forgotten. A figure stepped forward, the light catching along their features as they studied the Flame. "They believe it chooses them," they said. A quiet pause. "They need to." The Flame pulsed intensely lighting up the room Soft. Rhythmic Like something breathing. "They'll feel it," another voice added. "The power. The clarity." "And they won't question it," a third voice murmured. "They never do." The figure nearest the Flame reached out-not touching, just close enough to feel the heat. "It keeps them loyal," they said. "It keeps them strong." "It keeps them useful." The Flame flickered And for a brief moment- something inside it shifted. Not fire. Movement. A distortion beneath the surface. Gone as quickly as it came. "...and the cost?" one voice asked quietly. Silence. "Necessary." The answer came without hesitation. The Flame pulsed again. Brighter this time. Far beyond the chamber beyond the walls of the Haven beyond even the reach of those who controlled it something weakened. Something dimmed. Something was taken. And somewhere else- something began to stir. Not chosen. Not given. But already burning.