Magical Creatures Writing Prompts

Convinced you're some kind of God, the monster living in your house has watched you control minds, cull entire armies and resurrect from the most horrific deaths all from the comfort of home. Rather than provoke your wrath, it worships you, never grasping the concept of 'video games'.

There are multi-Gods for the multi-verse, and it turns out ours is kind of like the 'cool mom who lets you drink at her house,' though other Gods look at our free will and generally silent deity as bad Godding on His part.

"No man can kill me!" roars the demon. You smirk. "But I am no man!" You throw open your jacket to reveal you are, in fact, three halflings in a trenchcoat.

You are a murderer. You can't help but notice that you keep killing this one guy over and over and over again. Unbeknownst to you, they're an immortal, constantly checking if they can die yet by deliberately making themselves a target.

Investigating some smoke rising from your lawn, you discover that the ants below have entered the Bronze Age.

You weren’t shocked to find out that your bard had many illegitimate children. Including one whose mother was a dragon. No, what shocked you was that he somehow managed to help raise every single one of them. And now they’ve come to help you.

Dragons reenter the modern world and soon defeat the military. The dragons can only be harmed in melee combat with a knight, so a talent agent gathers an army of celebrities who have been knighted - Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, Mick Jagger, Sean Connery, Elton John, Daniel Day-Lewis, etc.

To get past the Sphinx, you must answer its riddles. The riddles are things like "How do I set up my router" and "What's the WiFi password", and it's becoming increasingly clear he's using you for tech support.

After you die you learn why the Grim Reaper is portrayed holding a Scythe. It isn't to harvest you, it's to protect you from something on your journey.

You killed your lover and cashed in their life insurance after identifying their body. Nobody even thinks of accusing you because everyone knows you love each other to death, and they aren't wrong at all - after all, you are a pair of Immortals who have done this more times than you can count.

A blind little girl somehow hugs a demon, mistaking him for her dad. No one has ever shown a demon affection before this point, and it has a very surprising efect.

An immortal, a man who cannot die. Unlike other immortals, he has never craved wealth, power, or influence. For this reason he has never been detected, neither by his brethren, nor human society. He has watched history pass from the position of a lowly beggar

You are seen as a weakling. To prove yourself to your tribe, you enter the dragon's lair that even the hardiest warriors avoid. Amused by your challenge, the dragon takes a human form and duels you with a sword. After disarming you three times it says "come tomorrow and try again."

An archer, you die in the midst of the war. You wake up fifty thousand years later, without any flesh. The sun seems to hurt you too. Bow in hand, you feel an urge to kill humans. You are a skeleton in Minecraft.

In your lifetime, stories of ordinary people being reborn or transported into fantastical worlds of magic and heroes were popular... not that you knew this, being a dog. Then you got hit by a Truck, and now you're a Dragon that just wishes belly rubs were as easy to get as they used to be.

People use dragons as Firearms.Small drakes can wrap around your wrist as pistols. Mediums are rifles. large ones are tanks. Legendary dragons are nukes. Sentient dragons can be literal hired guns. While feral ones can be pets or wild animals.

You're an actor famous for playing a god on stage. That god is now at your front door asking if you could cover for them while they go on holiday.

There's a forest that people say resembles the ocean. A forest where the land slopes endlessly deeper but the tops of the trees do not. Animals, plantlife... they're said to get stranger the further in one goes.

You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. "I give them food, they give me company," you'd say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, "A neighbor plots against you, my lord."

Genies don't actually mean to twist people's wishes. They just speak Arabic and have to rely on magical translation to interpret wishes in other languages.

You never really believed your grandmother's stories about the little people who lived in her home. After she passed and left it to you, you said, "Okay, Little People! I'm sorry, but the economy sucks, so I'm going to have start charging rent." In the morning, you find a small pile of gold.

You're an ancient and powerful dragon, master of the arcane arts. And your hobby is to scry on random humans to watch the unfolding drama of their lives like soap operas. Sometimes you make subtle interventions to nudge your favourite "shows" along in interesting directions.

A dragon misinterprets a "party" of adventurers who set out to challenge it as a celebration and as such, went all out with the festivities for their arrival.

You are Death, the ancient entity that claims souls and preserves them. Your counterpart, Life, is eccentric and bubbly as she creates souls and grants life. Occasionally she asks you to spare certain beings or delay their deaths, but today she asks you something different; To end a life early.

The villain just shot you with his Superpower Suppressor! He crows with laughter as he declares his victory over you to the city, but you get right back up and take him down mid-gloat. You never had any superpowers, you're a perfectly average demon that's just playing superhero.

The spell of the fae forced you to tell them your name. The fae looks at you with pure horror, while you look at them confused, because that was definitely not your name.

Dragons are rarely made of flesh and blood, the substance of their bodies is dependent on where their egg hatches. Dragons of the forest are made of wood, dragons of the tundra of ice, and a dragon egg, left in an unexpected place, can birth something truly unique.

You're a mostly forgotten god whose only believer is a ten-year-old girl. Every night she offers you a bit of her dinner or a shiny rock in exchange for her family surviving the night and every night you accept because she's never in danger Tonight, however, you actually have to work for it.

"This... is your treasure hoard, Dragon?" "Yes. Nobody pays with gold and jewels anymore, it's all paper money or stocks and bonds. I miss being able to lay down in a pile of loot, but I am forced to adapt to modern times."

If you stare a Dragon in the eyes for more than 30 seconds you have proposed to them, if they look away fist you are now engaged. To be fair I could have chosen much worse than the Princess of the fire Dragons.