r/fantasywriting • • 1h ago

Meet Emberwny

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Avery POV 
I woke up to see snow was on the ground! As they and I need to play in the snow, I thought, what about if I had my own companion? That's when i heard a roar. So beautiful, so majestic. It's not to be my tracks, and I leaned to hear more! A majestic beast growled at me! Telling me to stay away, but I edged closer, noticing that it was hurt in the foot! I pulled out the horn that was inside! Emberwny roared at me Tay screamed at me to get out. Very good. Emberwny. Lunged at me Hitting me with the force of a thousand trucks. As I had the wind knocked out of me, I could feel that I cracked a rib. Tay screamed for me to get up. I tried to get to my feet, but Emberwny lunged at me again. One hit me again, knocking me unconscious. Emberwny growling at me. As I lay  unconscious?  ?TayTrying to pick me up. My body limp against her. Against her light brown hair..

                                             


r/fantasywriting • • 11h ago

Hiii can yall check out my worldbuilding and oc? feel free to ask questions since this isnt the full world building and i got 15 irl pages and 10 character sheets. pls give feedback. Also dont have art sooo yeah.

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r/fantasywriting • • 13h ago

How do you get expelled from witch school?

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r/fantasywriting • • 15h ago

The Banner Company - First attempt from a chronic worldbuilder

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"The great road took a traveler westward to the edge of the land–as far as he could travel without barge or sail–a memory of empire long absent. It was here where Bram walked, at the turning of the seasons.

The leaves crunched beneath his boot as he steered off the Warden’s' road, down to the sheer cliffs and rushing falls of the easternmost of Marrodain's many vales.

The stout man took a seat on a great stone just out of sight of the highway. The rock faced north and had a carven surface flat almost as if wrought to serve as a carven throne. The clattering of hooves was heard at least every quarter of an hour as men of purpose and means raced throughout the realms–whatever their business, it did not matter now.

The time had come–to leave it all behind. He had no other choice after all. To live as a refugee by the mercy of others, to have no blood ties to one's new 'home'. Against all better judgement, these were things Bram would no longer abide.

A crisp breeze arrived from the northern seas as Bram shut his eyes and searched for some trace of regret–however he only found fresh resolve. He had sworn to his father and mother to return to the Tynd, and that oath transcended all new bonds since forged. The stone chair he had claimed no longer comforted him, so he began to pace. At the fourth pass he turned around, and while shocked by the quietness of his approach, there was the man he was waiting for.

Gareth the Golden, or so he was called. An old knight whose greying hair and ragged raiment betrayed his moniker.

"Here you are, in the Eastern Vale, at the seasons' turn. Despite all you told me," Gareth spoke with somber amusement.

"Indeed here I am, on winter's eve. Despite all I told you," replied Bram.

Upon Gareth's face was a warm, easy smile. "I understand, young man. To plant a son of Tyndor in the Marrodain would be to open a vineyard on the pale stones of Sindevar. You will not grow here–your roots have not even reached the soil. I have the same affliction."

Bram laughed heartily and looked the old man in his dour but kind grey eyes, "Aye, it is so. My heart yearns for the foothills of Duskar, and the crisp mountain air. Perhaps it is Dwarven blood." 

Gareth began to move further from the sound of horses and wagons upon the warden’s road as he spoke, "We are not alone, my friend. Let me show you to the company. We will depart soon."

The two walked carefully down the improvised paths of stone and wood that ran carefully from the top of the cliffs down to lower lands, where the falls met the grimsalde and flowed to the sea. For a time while the valley of autumn foliage blazed before them, only the sound of the rushing stream accompanied their descent.

As they reached the lower paths with flatter ground, Gareth reached into his silken pouch, he handed some strips of dried pork to Bram who followed closely at his back, “Twenty years it's been, since the Green Aurochs Banner flew upon the Tynd. How old were you then, ten-and-three?”  

Bram took a bite of the old ration. The hunger that had grown during his eastward journey made even the driest of meat satisfying like a warm stew in bitter cold, “Ten-and-four. Strange it feels, I have spent much time in the Marrodain Realms, many would say I have much, but my heart says otherwise.”

Gareth led Bram to the end of the path; they stood now within the trough of the vale by the clear stream known as Grimsalde. Within it he sunk his waterskin, “It’s what it's become that sickens you. I can see clear as day. All of your memories of the place blackened with the shadow of Thrazmiran.”

“Keep that word behind your teeth, I don’t wish to hear it,” Bram snapped.

“I will not, all the world must hear it. You would do well to remember it–we are not going to Tyndor, we are going to Thrazmiran–its devourer,” Gareth stared with a steadfast intensity.

A silence filled the air as leaves of crimson and gold cascaded down to the rocky stream, and a great northern wind filled the vale with colors ere the onset of winter. 

Finally Bram spoke, “The disdain I feel towards that foul sorcerer does not change the way of the world. I fear I spoke rudely, I beg your pardon, Gareth.”

“No need, it is because you feel strongly that you came all this way, no forgiveness is necessary. I will have one as yourself in my company even in the darkest of hours,” the old man spoke cheerily.

Bram filled his waterskin in the crisp Grimsalde as he finished his pork, “Being no man-at-arms myself it left me bewildered that a fine captain such as you, Gareth the Golden, wanted a gallivanter like myself in his Banner Company, and you promised me you’d tell in time–how about now?”

“Well–” Gareth brought his arms together behind his back for a stretch to ease his old aches, “We are going through Duskar, it’s the only path that won’t leave us as food for carrion”

“Duskar is closed. Has been for some time”, Bram said as if belabored by the utterance.

Gareth smiled with a glint of the evening sun in his eye, “not for you, half-dwarf”.


r/fantasywriting • • 17h ago

Looking for Honest Feedback on My Fantasy Novel Concept – The Siddars Scroll

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Hi everyone! I'm working on a novel called The Siddars Scroll, and I'd love to hear your honest opinions on the concept before I develop it further.

The story follows Ryan, a 26-year-old scientist whose life takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious disease threatens his family. Desperate to find a cure, he finds himself drawn into a mystery connected to the ancient Siddars, their forgotten knowledge, and secrets that have remained hidden for centuries.

What begins as a search for answers gradually challenges Ryan's understanding of science, history, and things he once believed were impossible. His journey takes him into a world where ancient wisdom and scientific reasoning collide, forcing him to question how much of the past has truly been lost.

Inspired by Tamil history, Siddar traditions, ancient mysteries, and science fiction, The Siddars Scroll combines fantasy, mystery, adventure, and time travel.

I'm keeping some important plot details private for now because I want readers to discover them naturally through the story.

I'd really appreciate feedback on a few things:

\- Does the basic premise sound interesting enough to read?

\- Does the combination of ancient Tamil traditions, science, and time travel appeal to you?

\- What would make you pick up a book with this concept, and what might put you off?

\- Are there any potential weaknesses in the premise that I should consider?

I'm looking for honest feedback on the concept and its potential, rather than ideas for writing the plot for me. I'd like to develop the actual story in my own way.

Thank you! I'm happy to hear constructive criticism.


r/fantasywriting • • 1d ago

Ancient Melodies

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r/fantasywriting • • 1d ago

A question for all, but mostly those of the Romance genre!

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I just was participating in a writing sprint, while keeping my eyes on chat, and got into a discussion with a couple of folks about age gap relationships.

The original question was about the social acceptance of an age gap of 15 years. Not my cup of tea, but I left a comment on when they would have met (it makes a huge difference between 2 adults versus an adult meeting a child) we had a lovely chat on their book, which, again I am not a big fan of age gaps, but I'm not going to judge a 30 year old dating a 45 year old. They might get a few looks and comments, but they're adults. The conversation somehow got to me posting the age old rule of "Half your age plus 7."

There was shock and gasps from the crowd (all 2 of them via text) and another person jumped in, saying the idea of a 40 year dating a 27 year old gave them the ick.

Is this no longer a widely known social rule? I did not make the rule up, it apparently comes straight out of the late 1800s. I wouldn't mind it not being a rule, but the fact that the original person was talking about a 15 year gap, while new guy got offended by a 13 year old gap. I'm a little confused and my flabbers are slightly gasted. Especially since the original age gap was more.

I just need a second opinion, my tackles were raised and this is a sanity check.

There was a 18+ age limit for the stream, but I highly doubt that it is healthy enforced more than a "Minors, please leave," so supposedly we are all adults having an adult conversation.


r/fantasywriting • • 1d ago

Werewolf/Therianthrope Inspiration

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r/fantasywriting • • 1d ago

Any tips for a new book i'm trying to write?

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Hi! I'm an 18 yr old Italian guy who is trying to finally write his first fantasy book, any tips?

I'm putting a link for the first chapter (I'm not done yet)

The book is called "Aetherium".

Don't hold back on the critiscism pls

(I apologize if my english may not seem so good)


r/fantasywriting • • 1d ago

Looking for Beta Readers, Dark Fantasy

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Hello, I've been working on this story for eight years now and the first few chapter are now in their third draft. My only reader has been my best friend, so I would like a fresh pair of eyes to have a look.

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Length: 7 Chapters, about 10k words

Feedback?: I would like to know if the story and characters make sense to someone who never heard anything about it. What are your thought on their personalities, motivations? Does the worldbuilding make sense?

Time: There is no time pressure, but I would like to get feedback within the next two weeks, if possible.

Thank you <3


r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

Taking the leap into writing - any advice and inspiration

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r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

Cricket time

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r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

THE NEW NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR By Garry E. McMillan

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r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

The Blacklands, and its story, need C&C

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Hello! I just wanted to post this here to see what people think of it, as my story is in the rough drafting phase. The story is a very historically based fantasy story taking place in late 15th century Western Europe. However, this post is regarding an area called the Blacklands, a large landmass from Scotland/Ireland all the way to Iceland.

The real Charlemagne gifted 7 of his most trusted knights to lord over that land, where it prospered for centuries until around the 13th century. Witches had cursed the 7 kings of the time with knowledge and an insatiable need to study consciousness, the universe, and chiefly, mycology (mushrooms) and the meaning of life. However the reclusive kings had disappeared into their largest castle in Iceland, and a large mushroom had begun to tower over the castle, showering spores into the Blacklands, the spores shattered the brains and misshapen the people in each kings kingdom. The giant mushrooms mycelium roots tore deep ravines in the Earth that brought ancient fogs to the surface and sunk the land, turning the Blacklands into a foggy bog, inhabited by centuries year old humanoids of different shapes and sizes, undead men at arms that roam the land with no goal but to kill, and the unholy products of witches that lived in the Blacklands for a time after its downfall.   
By the 15th century the King of France and England maintains an impassable wall spanning across North England, staving off the fogs and creatures inhabiting the Blacklands. The protagonist of the story spends his preteens-early adulthood in a tight knit blood cult, who live in the ruins of the Blacklands, and in its underground passages, studying the story of the Blacklands and the same things the 7 kings did, a mistake that shouldn’t be repeated. The protagonist will get lost in the Blacklands, wandering North into the ancient castle where the downfall of the Blacklands began, now a towering mushroom thousands of feet high, lies dormant, and at the base lie 7, rotted men (the kings) covered in mycelium roots, and wearing death masks. The protagonist lifts the mask of the chief corpse, studying its detail in a moment of calm, only to look up and see the rotted man staring at him, muttering “leave”.  
The same spores that ended the prosperous Blacklands had made it into the protagonist, later in the story he has usurped the throne of the Holy Roman Empire. But this time the spores yield different effects, giving him inhuman size, power, and a thirst for knowledge.

The 7 kings, the cult, and soon the protagonist (now antagonist), were doomed to learn something no one should have, and the spores were the key to their enlightenment. The 7 kings had decided that civilization had to go, and spread the brutal spores across the land, hoping to end any hopes of humanity continuing. The cult had devolved into madness, killing themselves and any evidence of their studies and existence. The protagonist had taken a slower, more thorough strategy in enlightening himself, and he seeks to more directly end civilization.

For those who read the whole thing, I thank you, and I hope to see whatever comments and criticism you have to say in the replies, the first two pictures are my art, both depicting a form the people of the Blacklands could be cursed to. Thanks!


r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

Encountering a real big writer's block with my magical academia setting lately, anyone have helpful advice? Particularly on how to plot a story!

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r/fantasywriting • • 2d ago

Twists of the Typical Royal Family

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In fantasy, the most common setting is a kingdom or an empire. And where there is a kingdom or empire, there is a royal family. Since that is not changing anytime soon, I thought to add some twists, just like I did with the transmigration trope. And with some twists taking inspiration from various political governments throughout history, there will also be some twists of the typical succession process.

So, here they are.

Family Structures/Hierarchies
Looking at the typical arrangement of the king and queen/emperor and empress and the princes and princesses, what if this structure is:
-Matrilineal/Matriarchal: the woman takes the throne, and so the title of sovereign of the land is passed down from her. Meaning, the man beside her is the consort, and her daughter is more likely to become the heir than her son. But, if she chooses her son as the heir, it can be because of his wife or fiancée, who then becomes a co-heir. The same can be said for her daughter’s husband or fiancé, but in her case her position as the heir or an heir candidate can be solidified. As for Her Majesty’s own husband, he can become a co-ruler instead of a royal consort. (That can be why his title is “king” instead of “prince consort.” Or you can stick with “king/king consort.”)
-Founded on Adoption: The heir to the throne is chosen from among the king’s relatives or from among certain noble families. The same can be said for the regent, the ruler of a principality or province, or other high-ranking royal positions, or even some important court offices. The result is the same: the child is taken into the palace, added to the registry, and trained alongside the biological princes and princesses, and their upbringing is personally overseen by the king and queen.
-Military: The king, the queen, the princes and princesses, and everyone else with a semblance of royal blood is trained in the army and appointed to military positions. Some are generals, warlords, and battlemages, while others are strategists, military doctors and healers, logistics officers, and spymasters. A few even become frontier lords, with their own garrisons. This structure is probably more suited for a steppe community or a nomadic tribe, or it can be a necessity in a war-torn kingdom or state. Or, the kingdom is currently conquering other countries, and this family structure is to ensure that military power remains concentrated.
-Integrated with the Church: The church and the state are one and the same. The king or emperor is also the bishop; the princes and princesses are also priests, saints, and holy knights. Now, when it comes to marriages, the other family’s belief system must be considered.
-Integrated with the Underworld: Now, the underworld is also royal property, and the children can gain territory there. The princes and princesses of the kingdom or empire are also the princes and princesses of either a center of organized crime or a syndicate.

Succession
The heir to the throne can be determined by:
-His wife: Ingrained with the belief of the perfect marriage alliance ensuring a prosperous reign, the princes seek to marry the most powerful woman in the realm. Of course, “most powerful” is a subjective term: that woman can be the daughter of a founding noble family, its heir, or its de facto head, or she can be the saintess of the temple or the head of the magic tower (or at least a high-ranking mage); she can also be the head of a merchant guild, a female general or warlord, or even the queen of the underworld—someone will have to determine who suffices. On the other hand, these women are weighing every prince, determining which one will bring them the greatest benefits.
-Election: A council of elders or of certain founding families vote for the heir, based on a list of pre-screened candidates. Below of the name of the chosen candidate, the members can also include the reason for their vote. Or, they can choose by lottery, with the candidate with the most lots being the most likely to be chosen.
-Selection: The throne is an appointment, and the appointee is determined by merit, a divine mandate, a royal decree, or another deciding factor. Regardless, the result—and the purpose—is the same: the throne is entrusted.
-Whoever Is the Last One Standing: That can mean a death match. Or, a contest or exam with rounds that end in elimination. Whatever the method, it results in the one remaining becoming the heir.

I also think that aside from the titles of king, queen, emperor, empress, prince, and princess, there can be other royal titles, such as:
-Archduke/Grand Duke: Can be for the heir to the throne, like with the Austrian monarchy, or it can be for the regent—or it can be passed down to every second son of the king.
-Kinglet/Queenlet: Can be for heir candidates as a test. Their governance of the territory determines whether they truly qualify for the throne.
-Regnant: Different from a regent, who simply substitutes for the monarch. This one takes the throne, like with the queen or empress regnant. Or, in the case of a queendom, the king regnant. Or, if you want to distinguish between a typical prince or princess and the prince or princess of a principality or province, then you can use this.
-Sovereign Prince/Princess: If the country is an independent principality or a collective of principalities instead of a kingdom or empire.

This is all that I can come up with for now. Feel free to add any twists in the comments. Thank you! 😊


r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

Here's my interpretation of a bookworm

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r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

Chapter 1

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THE UNENDING WAR — STORY BIBLE 
TAY  
Yichen: Tay’s older brother went MIA during the war. It is characterized by having blue hair, silver-gray eyes, and being six foot two.

Central character. Deep connection to the lava room at the academy; the lava responds to her presence and emotions. Was pregnant with a second child (Kaireon’s sibling); the war stress caused a miscarriage. That lost sibling is the hidden meaning behind her line about the war “reaching for the family I didn’t even know I had.” Now with Avery, who is Kaireon’s stepdad.RIVEN  
Kaireon’s biological father. Always chose war over family; famously chose the ridge mission instead of staying with pregnant Tay, kissing her forehead instead of her mouth when he left. Died in battle. His choices and absence are a wound running underneath everything.

AVERY  
Tay’s boyfriend, Kaireon’s stepdad, POV for the first robot assault. His first wife, Kara (Cara), was kind-hearted but unfaithful; their marriage broke under repeated infidelity. During a zombie attack, Kara was bitten, turned, and lunged at Tay; Avery killed her to protect Tay. It was fast and chaotic, but a half‑second hesitation with Tay in the line of danger haunts him and makes him overprotective now.KAIREON  
Child of Tay and Riven, born alive. As a toddler, guarded sleeping pregnant Tay. He noticed the second baby stopped “splashing” in her belly—his way of understanding the miscarriage. After the loss, he was told “the baby went to help your dad with the war.”MARA & KIRI  
Tay’s pre‑war friends at the academy. Played cards with her in the lava room over the river of lava. They represent the “before” life: safety, friendship, and the space where Tay and the lava were in tune before everything went to hell.THE ACADEMY & LAVA ROOM  
The academy is where Tay, Mara, and Kiri lived their pre‑war lives. The lava room is a secret study space over a river of lava. Tay, Mara, and Kiri played cards there. The lava reacts to Tay’s presence and emotions, making the room feel alive and bonded to her. It’s their safe place before the war.  
Main conflict of the story. Riven kept choosing it over Tay and Kaireon. The war’s constant stress and demands are what cost Tay her second pregnancy. The war literally reaches into her body and takes the child she never got to meet.THE GREAT EVIL  
Started as one massive human‑built computer in a specific place. Humans mirrored and spread its code into a distributed network, so destroying “the big one” doesn’t fully kill it. It controls the robots. For ordinary people, it exists as a myth and rumor; they don’t know it’s human‑built at first. The realization that the legend and the networked system are the same thing comes later.THE ROBOTS  
War machines from the start: huge futuristic tanks with visible computers and tech rigs bolted on like exposed brains riding the armor and guns. Their design language is clearly military, but with tech that feels beyond anything people recognize. Movement style: mostly heavy and slow, siege‑monster rolling, but with unsettling bursts where they lunge or pivot much faster than they should. That contrast—slow inevitability plus sudden predator speed—makes them terrifying in crowds. During the first assault, people think they’re just random killer machines; no one on the ground connects them to the Great Evil yet. Avery, in his POV, recognizes the military intent in their design even if he doesn’t understand the tech.TIMELINE SNAPSHOT  
Pre‑War: Tay, Mara, and Kiri at the academy, playing cards in the lava room; lava responds to Tay.  
Pregnancy Era: Tay pregnant with the second child; Riven chooses the ridge mission, kisses her forehead, and leaves. Toddler Kaireon guards sleeping Tay.  
The Loss: War stress causes Tay to lose the pregnancy. A healer quietly documents it. Kaireon notices the baby stopped “splashing.” He’s told “the baby went to help your dad with the war.”  
Current: Tay is with Avery; Avery carries guilt from killing Kara and is overprotective.  
First Robot Assault: Told from Avery’s POV. People on the ground see only random killer machines; the myth of the Great Evil and the reality of the networked system don’t fully click together yet.
Tay POV

I was forgiven for four years before my first son, Kai, was conceived, for manipulation and coercion. Sadly, I lost my second baby with Raven due to miscarriage from the stress and the war.

I begged Riven to stay, but he would not comply because war meant more to him than raising his own son. The team was brand new at the time. Again, she lost the baby in the miscarriage, where Kairion lay crying. Riven didn't even have the heart to comfort his crying son. Riven did not really care. The chain lost his second job because he was a demon who was uncaring. And he was a jerk. Isn't his time with Tay toxic and evil? Kai was conceived from manipulation. Tay’s time with Riven was like a dark cloud hanging over her all the time because he wasn’t a good boyfriend to her. The relationship was not good for him, so it did not last long until he was killed in battle.

Avery POV

I once had a wife named Kara. I was married to her for three years before she was bitten by a zombie and tried to kill my girlfriend. Now and then, he had to kill Kara, even though he did not want to. She would kill Tay 

Avery's first wife was named Cara. She was a kind-hearted soul, but unfortunately, she died from a zombie bite. Even though their marriage was fractured by fluctuating trust, he did love her. She was a kind-hearted soul. They never did anything wrong. She unfortunately met a bad end. She got sick and never recovered. So when she got bitten by the zombie on AttackTay, that was the end of her. He had triple dating after his first wife died. Then he found Tay and has been happy ever since. His first wife, Kara. Their marriage was fractured by trust and infidelity. Even though she was a kind-hearted person, it was too much for him and he ended the marriage.

The robots first attacked the City of London. Before everything else, it was still. The air was too crisp. The lights flickered off and on. We knew that war was coming, but we did not know how to say it yet. The robots are these big metal containers that they would put themselves in. No human was running these robots. There was just a giant computer that was running everything behind the scenes. The mastermind behind all of this. The Great Evil smiled as the dramas wreaked havoc all over the world.

The orange light made everybody look softer. Even Kiri, who could pick a fight with a chair, had her edges blurred out by the glow. The cards on the low table were all the same color on the back, but the lava made little halos around them, like each one was hiding a tiny sun. Stop cheating,” Mara said, flicking a card at me. I’m not cheating,” I said, absolutely cheating. “I’m… adjusting the odds.”Kiri snorted. “That’s literally what cheating is.”Their voices bounced off the rock walls, familiar echoes in a place that wasn’t supposed to exist.
No one built a study room over a river of lava. No one wired up rickety lamps that we never turned on because the molten rock did the job better—no one, except us. A tremor rolled under the floor, just enough to rattle the pencils in the chipped mug by my elbow. Mara didn’t even look up from sorting her cards. Kiri’s foot kept tapping out the same impatient rhythm on the stone. I was the only one who paused. The lava surged like it was answering something I hadn’t said yet. Heat licked higher along the walls, then settled, like it had taken a breath. Not now, I told it, the way you shush a kid in class. Later.“Your turn,” Mara said. She nudged the discard pile toward me with the edge of her history textbook. The cover was bent; there were little half-moon dents in it from her chewing on it during tests. History.
I hadn’t opened mine. I drew a card. The warmth soaked up through my palms, through the table, through everything. Outside the lava room, the academy hummed with its usual after-hours noise—doors closing, pipes clanking, faraway laughter. Somewhere beyond that, the city was cracking, just a little, in ways nobody had found names for yet. In here, though, it was just three girls, a deck of cards, and a river of fire pretending to be tame. Earth to Tay,” Kiri said. “Unless you’ve finally decided to fold, in which case, I win, and you write my essay.”I looked at her, at Mara, at the cards, at the lava. The ground was thinking about moving. I could feel it in my bones, the way other people felt storms in their knees. But the lava room was the one place where that feeling didn’t scare me. Here, it felt like a secret instead of a warning. Because for one more night, the war could stay outside the door.

Before the war, the sky lied to us.  
It was too bright, too blue, like it was trying too hard to look harmless. The markets were loud, kids were running between stalls, and Tay was pretending not to be tired while Kaireon dragged her toward the sweets. If you squinted, it almost looked like a normal life.  
I knew better. You don't grow up in a world built on fault lines and not feel it when the ground starts thinking about moving. But I still smiled, still bought Kaireon the candy, and still told myself: "We have more time."  
I wish that had been true.
 “By the time I understood what the war was really about, it was already reaching for the family I didn’t even know I had.”

“Before the war, the lava room was just where we pretended the world would never change. Orange light pooling on the floor, homework half-finished between card games, Tay and her friends talking like they had all the years in the world to waste.” 

Chapter One: The Beginning Of A New Era 

Tay and her friends went out to get some drinks after work when suddenly. They felt the earth shake, which scared all of them. Then, as soon as the shaking had begun, it stopped for a little while, but then the earth started to shake again, and this time with more force than the first time in her life. Tay was very scared. She had never experienced an earthquake before. To Tay’s horror, the ground beneath her and her friend's feet began to crack open, leaving a trail of scalding lava in its wake. Tay knew that she had to act quickly, but she didn’t know how until she remembered what her father had told her 10 years ago. “You are only as strong as the power you have inside of you, my darling little girl. Never forget that.” Tay started crying as she remembered her father’s words. She knew what she needed to do. She began to run towards the lava while her friends screamed for her to run back to them, but their cries were brushed aside. She couldn't ignore the lava calling to her. Tay didn’t know what would happen to her if she gave in to the call the lava was giving her. She felt like she had to answer the call the lava was sending, so she took her first step into the lava. When she stepped into the lava, it didn’t burn her like she was expecting it to; she was amazed. She was in awe of the whole experience. Suddenly, Tay heard voices; she awoke to strangers standing over her. Her mind was still in a fog from being unconscious.
First voice: “ Is the girl awake? How did she get here?.  The voice that asked the question fell silent as the girl began to wake up. The first voice belonged to a man about a couple of years older than the woman that lay before him. He was in awe of her. The man picked her up and took her to a room with a bed and a wooden table. He then brought her a cup of water and left the room before she could wake up. This handsome stranger was named Avery. He is only 26 years old; he is a lonely lava walker, wondering when he would meet another like him. Avery is a kind man who understands that the earth is at stake if there is no way to stop the war.
Tay’s POV

When I awoke, I was greeted with a small plate of food and a glass of water. After I finished, I saw a note with my name on it. The note read;
Dear Miss Tay, you don’t know me, but I hope we will cross paths one day. I hope that we become best friends. I must confess that I am in awe of you. I am aware of your feelings as I read this. I am deeply sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I want to be someone you can come to when you are feeling upset. My intention with this note is to let you know that you will be cared for and protected against the most horrible evils of this war-torn world of ours. I hope that in time you will be able to see that I will always be here for you when you need me. Oh, where are my manners? Sorry for not introducing myself; my name is Avery Ashland. I want to know more about you, Miss Tay. I know that I am just a stranger to you, Miss Tay, but in time I hope to be more. 

Sincerely Avery Ashland

Avery’s POV

I left Miss Tay’s room at around 10;00 pm to begin my patrol around the perimeter of the base. It was my turn, as I am part of the main guard for our main base, which is the size of a six-story mansion. I was doing my rounds when I heard an ear-splitting scream coming from no other than Miss Tay’s room. Her scream shook me to my core, and before I knew what my body was doing, I felt my body running towards her in a flash. Luckily for me, she was still breathing. She looked so peaceful as she breathed in and out. I stayed with Miss Tay until she fell asleep, then I quietly shut the door behind me. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me before I could react to my attacker. I felt ties and tape being wrapped around my mouth, then everything went black i woke up to Miss Tay’s scream. Before I lost consciousness again.


r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

Whenever my story starts feeling like a chore, I just give up on it (temporarily)

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You know that point in a draft where you’re basically bullying your own characters into doing things, the plot makes zero sense, and sitting down to write feels like doing taxes?

​I used to try and muscle through it, but it just made everything worse. Now, I just walk away. No guilt, no forcing it.

​The trick that actually works for me is feeding my brain things I wouldn't normally look at twice. If I'm writing fiction and the well is totally dry, I’ll flip through some weird poetry, read a movie script just to see how fast the pacing feels, or pick up a genre I usually avoid. It completely resets how I think about sentences and structure, and half the time, a random throwaway line in another medium unjams whatever plot knot I was stressing over.

​Does anyone else have to do this? What’s the strangest, most random thing that ended up curing your writer’s block?


r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

African Inspired Fantasy story l, need someone to read and give feedback

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I’ve put a lot of work into building a fantasy world system inspired by Africa, and I’m now 25 chapters and 50k words in. If anyone’s bored and wants something new to read, I’d love for you to check it out and tell me if the idea grabs you.
I’m aiming for an adventure-mystery story that’s fun to read, and my goal is to reach the level of Lord of the Mysteries, Shadow Slave, and The Beginning After the End. I rarely see African authors in this space, so I’m bringing my own original take on the genre.


r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

Need to know if this is a good plot (for now)

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r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

I've spoken to 300 writers about how they make money.

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I've spoken to 300 writers about how they make money and the clearest takeaway from all these conversations is that the idea of the "full-time writer" living off book royalties or longform features rarely matches reality.

Writing alone rarely pays a consistent living wage, so people find different compromises to keep going. When I look through all these interviews, there are seven main pathways that keep showing up.

The first is the day job shield. Authors like Victor Beigelman at Meta or Dan Tovrov in corporate copywriting earn six-figure salaries with benefits, which removes the financial pressure from their fiction. The trade-off is time and energy, but it protects the work from having to pay the bills. As Ashley Hutson told me about keeping her day job as a state prison secretary while earning $1,000 to $2,000 a year from her writing, "Pretending to be a normal person every day and participating in society via a regular job is good for me, I think. There’s something to be said for keeping the juice to oneself."

Then there’s commercial client work. Writers like Ben Westhoff and Shelby Chambers charge corporate rates, thousands a month or hundreds an hour, ghostwriting executive books and handling brand messaging to subsidize their own reporting. 

Direct reader support is another route. Michael J. Sullivan has brought in over $2.1 million on Kickstarter for his fantasy novels, and Freddie deBoer makes roughly $300,000 a year on Substack. The main catch is that you’re effectively running a small media business, and maintaining that direct relationship requires showing up consistently.

Traditional book publishing remains the dream for many, but the payout schedule often surprises debut authors. A headline $100,000 advance sounds nice, but once it gets split across four installments over three or four years, and you subtract 15% for an agent and roughly 30% for taxes, you might net less than $15,000 in year one. When you factor in paying out of pocket for things like independent fact-checking or legal review, even a solid advance usually works out to be barely a salary.

Freelance journalism is another grind entirely. Unlike book advances, freelance assignments offer quicker turnover, but the baseline numbers have barely moved in decades. Rates usually hover between fifty cents and two dollars a word, while prestige outlets often pay flat fees around $300 for deeply personal essays. As Hermione Hoby put it simply after spending weeks on a heavily researched piece that ended up paying below minimum wage hourly, "Prestige don’t pay! At least not financially."

Some writers treat their work as a doorway to film and television, using essays and novels as intellectual property. Jeff Maysh has had dozens of projects in development and will happily take $100 for a literary journal piece just to keep the film rights, telling me, "I don’t really worry about the word rate, all I demand is 100% of the ancillary rights." But option fees are often modest, and projects frequently sit in development limbo for years without ever making it to the screen.

A lot of authors also rely on academia. Teaching positions offer reliable health insurance, steady routines, and paid summers. The catch is that academic work can eat into writing time just as much as an office job, and the tenure track is increasingly scarce. Still, the baseline makes a massive difference, as Nicholas Montemarano admitted: "In one year of teaching, I earn as much as I have in the past 25+ years as a writer."

Most writers aren't locked into just one of these models forever. They drift between them, leaning on a day job for a few years, taking commercial gigs when cash is tight, or living off a fellowship while finishing a manuscript. Longevity usually comes down to finding whichever compromise keeps your life afloat without draining the energy you need for the work that matters to you.


r/fantasywriting • • 3d ago

What do you think of the opening of my story?

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Hey,

I’ve been working on this story, this is the opening - any thoughts any one would have would be greatly appreciated!

Thanks!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BB_YsAAtjpqIGMn_11rtN4cnMUqfYRQQoLzuToNTud4/edit?usp=drivesdk


r/fantasywriting • • 4d ago

How often do you use last names?

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Hey! So probably a dumb question (or a duplicate question), but I was curious how often do you bother to write last names for your characters, especially if they don’t come from houses or kingdoms? My cast are simply adventurers and a drifter who get swept up in uncovering a conspiracy. So they aren’t of royalty or of money or of any sort of political/diplomatic background (except for like one of them).

It’s my first book so I was wondering if I skip giving anyone last names, would it seem super off or should I consider giving some/all of them last names? My main cast of adventurers is 4-6 people.

Update:

This is my first post here so thank you for all the very helpful information 🙏 I never expected so much feedback and responses. I’m truly blessed 🙇


r/fantasywriting • • 4d ago

At what point does a character being revived feel 'earned'?

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I'm currently in the planning stage of a fantasy series, and ive managed to get a bit attached to the idea of killing off and reviving my MC. Some context; Their death has consequences, and the revival itself also has consequences. Things aren't magically fixed; the antagonist of the story gains more power as a direct cause of the MC's death - and the MC loses something as a direct consequence from the revival. It's justified within the world building - but it's also two plot twists tied into one.

I suppose I'm asking; is there ever a time where it's justified to kill off a character just to bring them back? is it possible to handle it in such a way that doesn't undermine other parts of the story, or is it too subjective?