Fantasy Stories

In a fantasy world plagued by demons, monsters, and magic, Y/n, an immortal swordsman with an undying curse crosses paths with an ageless elf mage, Frieren, and her group. To find a way to rid himself of the curse, he joins them in their trip to Aureole. On the way, he grows fond of the elf, though she was never the one for romantics. Will he change that? I don't own Frieren or the art.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him.

Isabella learned too late that love is the most dangerous currency of all. As Queen of Mayhern, she ruled through restraint, not fear choosing compromise over conquest, mercy over suspicion. Every alliance cost her something. Every promise demanded a sacrifice. She gave until there was nothing left but the crown and the quiet ache of everything she had denied herself. The betrayal came from the hands that touched her daily. Those she trusted most sold her death as necessity, wrapped in loyalty and whispered justifications. Isabella was erased carefully, efficiently her blood spilled not in war, but in silence. Her crown passed on before her body was cold. She dies believing love made her weak. Death returns her broken and changed. Isabella rises bound to power that does not forgive and does not forget. The woman who believed in peace is gone, replaced by something sharpened by rage, grief, and the memory of betrayal burned into her bones. She no longer seeks mercy. She seeks control. And then there is him. A man who should have been her enemy. Dangerous. Unyielding. Everything she was taught to fear. He stands at the edge of her revenge, tied to her fate by blood, power, and a truth she is not ready to face. He does not ask for her trust. He does not offer redemption. He offers understanding the kind forged through shared darkness. As Isabella dismantles the lies built over her grave, she finds herself drawn to the one man capable of matching her fury and surviving her wrath. Loving him would be reckless. Trusting him could destroy what remains of her. But some bonds are born in ruin.

"Didn't you like me?" he asked. "I didn't." He frowned. "Then... do you hate me?" "I don't." "...Then what do you think of me?" "An annoying moron." "I'm already sleep-deprived," I said flatly. "Why should I think about something else?" -- The game said she would die if she attended the academy. 
It also said she would die if she didn't. Either way, her death was guaranteed. So when I opened my eyes in the body of Melissa Valkyrie, a doomed noble lady fated to die in every route, I did what any sensible person would do: Nothing. No schemes.
No revenge.
No desperate attempts to "fix" the story.
No scrambling to survive a game that had already decided my ending. If death flags wanted me, they could wait until after my nap. -- Suddenly, the male lead walked over and placed my notes on the desk. "How did you solve these problems and still get a D in Mathematics?" I didn't look up. "Why answer all of them," I said "when the professor said the passing score is only thirty?" "Anything more is a violation of mental health." -- But unfortunately, the world mistook my laziness for confidence. 
And now everyone thinks I'm dangerous. Because apparently, doing nothing was the most dangerous move of all.

Marigold never meant to get caught. One stolen bread roll, one furious guard, and suddenly she's locked in the most beautiful castle she's ever seen - waiting to face a queen she never expected to be kind. Queen Seraphine and Queen Rosalind rule their kingdom with steady hands and even steadier hearts. When the tiny thief kneels before their throne - wide-eyed, trembling, clutching her stolen roll - they don't see a criminal. They see something that makes their chests ache in a way neither can quite name. One trial becomes one night in the castle. One night becomes a nursery painted in stars. And Marigold - who has never known softness - slips into a headspace so small and sweet she wonders if she ever wants to grow up at all. 🍼 Babytalk. Pacifiers. Bottle feeding. Nursery days. Cuddles and carry. A little who stays little - and two queens who wouldn't have it any other way. 💕

I never asked to be a hero. But I sure as hell never asked to be the final boss. One minute, I was a normal college student. The next, I woke up in another world with a system message that sealed my fate: [Welcome. You have been chosen as a Dungeon Master.] My new job? Build an infinite fortress of monsters and traps to crush the heroes who come for glory. Forget saving the world-I'm the villain they fear. The heroes are coming. My dungeon is hungry. *** Weekly updates on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. All Rights Reserved Written by Tresha.

*WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 19/07/2018* Maliha is a wanderer. She has been for the past 3 years. Her journey began the day the man she loved betrayed her for her adoptive sister's hand in marriage. In a heartbroken rage, she stumbles down the mountain away from the only place she has known as home, travelling for years and learning the way of the land. In her journey, she hears tales of the Der surjaz, a clan that is revered for their mystical battle techniques and promiscuous ways of life. She thought such tales were just a myth. That was until she was caught trespassing on their land. Taken to the heart of the Der Surjaz tribe land, Maliha becomes a prisoner in which the only way she can leave is if she repays her debt. She was eager to leave, that was until she met him. The dark and brooding leader who had no time for love, but neither of them could deny the burning passion that they ignited within each other. When the past begins to unravel, Maliha is forced to decide whether she will keep running from herself or fight for her place among the people she has come to love.

There was once a girl named Ellie-an ordinary high school student, quiet and reclusive. A self-proclaimed NEET, she spent her days holed up in her room, lost in the world of books and manhwa. She rarely spoke to anyone, finding more comfort in fiction than in reality. One fateful afternoon, as she was begrudgingly finishing what she considered the worst romance manhwa she had ever read, fate played a cruel trick. A speeding four-wheeler truck struck her just moments after she turned the final page. Or so she thought. Instead of darkness or the afterlife, Ellie awoke in an unfamiliar, luxurious bed, surrounded by the scent of roses and silk. She blinked and caught her reflection in an ornate mirror nearby-what stared back was not her own plain face, but that of a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Her new body had long, golden hair that shimmered like silk, skin as pale and flawless as fresh snow, and eyes-mismatched jewels of emerald and ruby that glinted with ethereal allure. She was stunned. Before she could process it further, the door swung open and a maid stepped in, bowing deeply. "Good morning, Princess Natasha." Ellie froze. Princess? Natasha...? It hit her like a second truck. She had been reincarnated into the manhwa she had just read-the very one she despised. And not just as any character... but as Hailey Natasha Von Navier, the infamous villainess and the only daughter of the empire's most powerful duke. The same villainess whose story ended in ruin, betrayal, and death. What could possibly go wrong? ...Well, everything, if she wasn't careful.

The heavens tremble. Jiang Feng, the youngest Dark Sovereign, has defied destiny, mastering the laws of Darkness, Time, and Space. Yet, his ascent has only just begun. With a second soul - that of the ancient Aevium race - stirring within him, Jiang Feng embodies a power previously unimaginable, marked by the distinctive white locs of his otherworldly heritage. But the realms are in turmoil. The Severance Veil weakens, allowing the relentless Demon Race to pour into the mortal world. From above, the Immortal Realm prepares its own invasion, while the Beast and Soul Realms eye the unfolding chaos, ready to strike. Now, with his loyal Embersteel Wardens at his side, Jiang Feng must battle not only for his mortal home but for the very balance of the cosmos. As he navigates treacherous celestial politics and confronts ancient forces, he must embrace the full extent of his dual nature. Will his growing power be enough to unite the disparate realms against the encroaching darkness, or will the weight of a collapsing universe prove too great a burden, even for a sovereign? The fate of all creation rests upon the Embersteel.

(A Reverse Harem) Leda Jenson is a lot of things. A great decision-maker is not one of them. Stupidly drunk one night, Leda encounters a strange man at a casino who challenges her to a game of Russian roulette in exchange for fifty thousand dollars. Too drunk to think it through, and very much desperate for the cash, Leda goes along with it. As expected, it doesn't go well, and she dies a miserable death. At least, she's supposed to. Hours later, Leda finds herself in the complete opposite position: very much alive and in a brand new world. From a wolf-like human and toucan necromancer to charming princes and card-inspired kingdoms, the world of 'Annadia' is far from what she expects. And it turns out the secrets it has to offer are far deadlier than a simple life or death game. *** FEATURED ON: @Fantasy (Isekai) | March 2026

Transmigrating into a trash novel just as she's being framed for stealing a priceless necklace, cannon fodder Lin Xia refuses to follow the script.

Cinderella-a fairytale we all read when we were young. A girl who dreamed, achieved, and grew. But the same Cinderella now feels like something unreal. Until Roselle Camellia, a young girl from another life, wakes up inside the very story she once loved. A world of royal balls, hidden jealousy, strict nobility, and destinies already written in ink. Now she must live it. Not as a reader. But as someone whose choices can change the ending of the tale itself.

Amos University is a prestigious institute with a thousand years of history. Mage families send their sons to Amos to learn their craft, make connections with other families, and prepare for their future. Mixing magic and young men promises that no one year is boring. Club rivalries, hazing, and missed assignments can become a matter of life and death. But underneath it all there are predictable variables, controls placed over the students to prevent certain apocalyptic type events from happening. There are natural laws to magic which no mage can change or cross. Such as: all mages are male. In body or soul, every mage is male. Until Naena. A bastard from the Western Cape, Naena has spent the previous three years living on the streets. She is uneducated and lacking in certain social niceties. Her mother was once a maid to a mage family, learning a coded language as a young mage in the house did, but nothing else is known about the woman except her name. The men who find Naena are determined to keep her alive long enough to find out what her appearance means. The students are both wary and intrigued. While the faculty are forced to take on the first female mage in the history of the world, nothing says they need to help her with her studies. Or to stay alive.

Even when growing up, Elia didn't fit in with the other girls. They would dress up in dresses. She wore cloaks. They would cook and sew. She would throw knives. They liked boys. She liked bows. Elia was a bit of an outcast to her village, with her striking dark brown hair that was always kept back in a fishtail plait, and her light blue/green eyes that seemed to change colour in the light. She had no parents, and at 16 lives alone, and breathlessly waits each year to watch the dragons during the Week of Xanithar, admiring the way they fly, wild and free. This year is her year of testing, at 16. The first of the four dragon riders to get to the village can claim it. The moment that dragon rider sets foot on the ground of your village, the emblem of that academy is hung from the flag and any new dragon riders in their village are the new students for the academy. Each village has 4 new dragon riders, this is the way it has been for years. Male or female they are claimed and tested to find the four riders a week after. The challenge for the dragon riders in the Week of Xanithar is to claim as many strong blooded villages as possible. And now it's her turn.

Join the adventures of a woman who suddenly woke up in a fantasy world and is trying to navigate her new life. Read as she fails the mission successfully.

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 #01 || "When chaos rises, the chosen will either fall... or ascend." Sol had never thought she would be plunged into the world of Greek deities, monsters, and magic. Drawn by questions she can no longer ignore, she enters Elysium Academy, a place hidden from mortal eyes. To discover the true purpose of her existence, she must adjust to her new school, where every lesson reveals more than what she is ready to face. What began as a search for her origins soon turned into something far greater. Now, as chaos edges closer, Sol and her newfound family, the Elysians, must choose: surrender to the storm... or rise as it. This is only the beginning of their legacy. This story is written in Taglish. Cover by: ladysyche Started: 07/13/23 Ended: 01/13/26

*COMPLETE* "People don't believe in us anymore. They don't believe that in the end we will do what is right. We can't let them down. We can't let Ben win." Decisions made on top of the lonely, wind-swept cliff of Lethinor reverberate around the five kingdoms as war begins in earnest. This is a sequel to Paragon, it's my very, very, very strong recommendation you read it first, otherwise you will be totally lost. I am not joking. If your interest is piqued, here's a quick blurb for Paragon: _____________________ There are whispers across the kingdoms that the Paragon, that strangely gifted person who can wield all four Skills, has been found. They're wrong, of course. No one has caught the Paragon. Allayria should know: she's it. But Allayria doesn't want to be the Paragon, and in her pursuit of freedom she finds herself enmeshed in a web of lies, caught in a group who might be even more dangerous than she could have imagined. _____________________ You can read Paragon here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/95374969-paragon Highest ranking: #86 in Fantasy 2/10/2018 WIP Cover art and written work by Azi. Please note: violence, sexual themes, and coarse language will appear in Partisan.

A girl in a white veil, the forest calls her to itself. She will be lost in it forever. A quiet voice, a whisper leads his bride far away. Somewhere there stands an old castle, a cursed prince dwells within its walls. When the full moon rises in the night sky, the monster awakens. The white veil of the bride turns crimson. A story as old as time. Nereyeny ran towards the forest as if her life was at stake. She hesitated for a moment before crossing the line of no return. She looked back at the place where she had grown up, lived, and was supposed to die and lie in the ground there forever. All her life layed there, everything except the one thing she longed for the most. Freedom. "Nereyeny!" They were already looking for her. She couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. She turned on her heel and stepped into the darkness. She knew that no one would dare to chase her there. Only a fool. People were afraid of the cursed forest. Eyes watching your every step. Whispers leading you into the void. Creatures from the depths of hell itself. They say dark forces dwell there, no one who goes in will ever come out. And Nereyeny was proof that it was all a lie, spending almost every day there, running under the treetops like a wild wolf. She didn't believe those tales. About the full moon. About the proud prince. About the curse. Until she too became one of those lost in its bowels. Trapped in the same trap as Prince Astreus, son of the Sun and the Moon. A proud prince, real, made of flesh and blood, who is not at all like she has heard of him. At least the fairy tales are wrong about one thing. And maybe they are wrong about everything. Secrets, pride, the whims of the gods, and maybe even fate itself. A burnt-out faith in breaking the curse. Nereyeny must now find a way out before the next full moon comes and the monster finds her.

The world is ruled by a tyrant King. The Old King was killed and with him the magic that coursed through the world was sealed away. Dawn Rentradie, a human girl, is sent to Eastmaw to collect a tome that triggers a sequence of events that places her in the path of a Fae warrior named Hunter. Follow Dawn, as she uncovers the secrets of a world just out of reach but all around her. Turns out magic wasn't just a children's story. Genre: Young adult, High Fantasy, Adventure, Romance, Fae Folklore