Fantasy Writing Prompts

“You have been chosen, Earth man, the crystal in my hand will imbue you with the pow- where are you going?” , “Like I told the other guy last week, I’m not interested, please stop showing up calling me The Chosen One.”

Thirty years ago, you made a wish upon a star, hoping against hope for it to come true. What you didn't know was the star you wished on was fifteen light years from Earth.

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.

Long ago, you tricked a demon into giving you immortality. Enraged, the demon placed a curse on you. Every door you walk through takes you to a different place, but never where you want to go. Several years later, you're just trying to get back home.

Due to a pact between your family and an immortal businessman, the man keeps your family wealthy throughout the generations in exchange of safeguarding his immortal pet snail from escaping. You have just inherited the sole responsibility of being its guardian for the rest of your life.

“you’re not here to slay me and save the princess?” “No I want to join you guys. A pretty princess with an awesome dragon in an isolated castle away from society? That’s a pretty sweet gig.”

"You think I'm trying to get revenge for my father that was the king or lord or whatever title you could pull out of your head? No, my father was one of those incompetent and harmless guards you killed!

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.

The protagonist picks up a cursed sword, which simply convinces them to pick up an expensive and time-consuming hobby. This hobby drains their time, energy, and wealth more efficiently than any cursed item.

One genie specialises in a specific kind of ironic wishes. If the wish is for fitness and health, the genie is a drill sergeant from hell and whips them into shape. If they wish for money, the genie makes them go through years of economic schooling.

You were once an adventurer but when was turned to stone. Your party tried to save you but it was too late, so they place you in the center of a town they founded, now years later an army marches onto that town and with every once of willpower you try to move…and with groan you take a step.

"Silence," the archdemon hissed to its surprised audience as it cradled an exhausted figure against its chest. "If you disturb my human's rest, I will fashion them a quilt from your hides."

Dragons are logical. They only hunt things that cower or attempt to run from them. Dragons only fight that which attacks them first. But something that does neither absolutely terrifies them, because it implies that whatever it is, no matter the appearance, it must be stronger than them.

One day, the heads of all religions in the world recieve a telepathic message. "We are the Divine Protection Service, You have been removed from the care of your god for reasons of neglect. You will be entrusted to the care of a foster god."

For the last year, you've been enjoying the life of adventure and heroism in a fantasy world that you've always dreamed of. That is, until the healer in your party accidentally removed a perception curse that's been with you since the day of your summoning.

It is said that, once a decade an angry dragon will destroy a castle, once a century a furious dragon will burn down a city and once a millenia an outraged dragon will use it's gold to collapse an empire.

When you tell the fae your name, they take it and have power over you. One benevolent fairy decides to only take deadnames, freeing trans folk of their old identities.

Amused by human "justice", the Fey are giving you a show trial prior to whatever cruel punishment they have planned. You're allowed a lawyer, so you call in a friend. Your lawyer is a djinn, but the faeries won't realise this until their brains are tied in knots

“Foolish dragon!” Proclaimed the knight. “My armor renders me immune to your flames!” “Foolish knight!” Sneered the dragon. “Not all dragons spit fire!”

A celestial spirit seeks to empower magical girls to protect Earth, but by accident the power is granted to a group of masked wrestlers. It's time to suplex some monsters and drop kick villains!

500 years ago, you were resurrected as the strongest lich in history and no hero has ever managed to best you. Now, you run the entire IT department of a large company with your undead army, and you’re desperately trying to explain to your boss why all of IT can’t make it to the company BBQ.

One day the entire planet was suddenly moved to a different solar system. While scientists and leaders were trying to understand what’s going on, everyone heard a voice. “Good day, we are with mortal protective services. We have noticed signs of extreme neglect and abuse from your creator.”

You have a shield that is unbreakable and can't be broken by any sword. Your arch nemesis had a sword that is undefeatable and can break any shield it touches. Both of you refuse to fight one another because nobody know what will happen when the two forces meet.

Magic is dependent on language. Every school of magic works best in a different language. You just tried to cast a spell in a language you and your sibling made up when you were children, just for the hell of it, and were very surprised by the results.

"Rules are, you can't—" "Yeah, yeah," you cut off, "I can't wish for more wishes. Should I also assume I can't wish I can wish for more wishes?" At this, the genie pauses.

You die two deaths - your physical death and your true death when your name is spoken for the last time. You, a mild-mannered introvert, have been stuck in limbo for centuries waiting for your true death, and finally found out why.

You're the adoptive father of an Angel and Demon. You found out that your Demon child was kidnapped by a religious group. You arrive at their church only to find your Angel child consoling her Demon brother as dead cultists are littlered around the church and the leader terrified in a corner.

The 10 sit around the table in horror as the final decision is revealed. Their stomachs sink as they all remember the last time the entire Guild of Dentists were in agreement.