Fantasy Things の小説・ストーリー

Something about it, made him want to make all of her dreams happen. "Fairytales and fables." Chaol read the other ones. "You believed in these too?" "I did, like a child would." "They're true, though. " Chaol told her. "Everything written in these pages becomes true, as long as someone believes in them." Asty laughed. "Indeed. But these are only mere imaginations of a child and nothing more. After all, I am living in a real world. A world without princesses and fairies and talking animals. A world without princes—"

It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling. Amidst this ethereal scenery, Vihaan encountered strange creatures. They resembled a fusion of mythical beasts and ancient folklore, with wings that shimmered like opals and eyes that held galaxies within. These beings spoke to him in a language of whispers, their words carrying a weight of forgotten knowledge and profound secrets. Vihaan wandered through this dream world, his senses overwhelmed by the beauty and mystique that surrounded him. He felt a deep connection to this realm, as if it held a piece of his soul that had been hidden away.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. Fingers crossed as we look forward to how she plans on making her tomorrow better.

Taking a horse of less than regal bearing, I snuck away in the early morning, heading away from Castle Ridgewood and down the coast to Emerald Cove. Fleeing, I felt like I had wings. I even thought I saw a pair in the shadows and laughed at my imagination. I only felt like I could fly, and here I am seeing fantasy creatures in the corners of my mind. Dragons aren't any more real than fairies or elves or any of the other inhabitants of the magical tales my mother would tell me as I went to sleep as a child. As much as I wish they were.

Not even close. What kind of fantasy world was this man living in?

It feels surreal, almost too good to be true. As the weight of this newfound knowledge settles upon my shoulders, I am transported to a world beyond my wildest dreams. I envision a grand castle, adorned with opulent tapestries and guarded by loyal knights. I imagine a kingdom where my every whim is catered to, where I am revered and respected as royalty. The thought of it all is both exhilarating and overwhelming, like stepping into a fairy tale that has been waiting for me all along.

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

But seeing it tonight, it was livelier than what the book made me see. Fantasians are all-over the place. Fooleys, sweeps, baylans, glacias, flamias, and other creatures I can't name yet are busy walking and buying stuffs in the side alleys. "This is amazing," I whispered with pure amusement. "You want to eat something?" Cool asked after slightly tightening his hold on my hand to get my attention. "Hmmm," I answered absentmindedly, still in awe in everything I see. "How 'bout Haba?" my forehead crease upon hearing an unfamiliar word.

"I only thought of showing my world to her and sharing the joy of being in fantasy together..." "Well, no one is to be blamed for being excited," Kith responded. "What we should do now is to prevent her from dreaming whenever she falls asleep. Bad dreams in Fantasy are anomalies that stick with the dreamer even in their wake. They will try to lure the innocent human into becoming their door because they want to enter Fantasy where they can be real. I mean the human mind is an open door to these bad anomalies plus their pure existence can create new things." Hue said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on his wife. He inhaled deeply.