Fantasy Writing Prompts

You would think that the God of Death has no respect for life. However, nothing could be farther from the truth. In fact, out of all the gods, it is the God of Death who has the most respect for life, for all too often have they been forced to watch mortals throw their lives away.

"are you another so called hero? here to save the princess from my clutches?" no, i am but a simple scholar. i just want to know why you would kidnap a princess in the first place"

As a demon, the laws that bind you are very clear: if anyone should make a request of you using your true name, you must grant it, and take their soul in return. For the first time you feel conflicted as you appear before a young girl with dyslexia, who tried writing to Santa Claus.

Your hands shake as you approach the final battle. Everyone is confident you'll win since they believe you're the Chosen One. What they don't know is the "Chosen One" was your older brother, and you've been using his name and identity ever since he died when you were 14

You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well.

A stranger hands you the largest emerald you’ve ever seen and asks for some sticks. Jokingly, you say you’ll need 3 of them for 12 sticks. He hands them over.

The Rick Roll jinx is a spell created by the legendary bard Rick Astley that spams a vision inside a mind reader's brain should they try to invade yours.

The tour guide said that the stone in the center of the village could "only be moved by a great demon lord". Every one snapped pictures and moved on. You stopped to tie your shoes and braced yourself against the stone. You stand there in shock as you effortlessly push the giant stone around.

People think you're a Monkey's Paw type Genie. In actuality, you're twisting their wishes, not to give them what they want, but to give them what they NEED.

Whenever you visit the dragon's lair, you give some treasure instead of taking some. People think you are crazy for doing this.

"Evil? What makes you think i'm evil?" they said, their skull throne creaking as they shifted their weight. They turned to look at their demonic bodyguard "do you think i look evil?" with a voice filled with genuine concern.

You wished to find a dragon to slay for its treasure. Now you're not sure how to feel seeing a thumb-sized dragon try to drag its single shiny copper coin with it as it runs away from you.

Fantasy races banished humanity to another realme for 50000 years and when the banishment ended the fantasy races came to invite humanity back only to find that they have built ring worlds, Dyson spheres and mind uploaded themselves.

Your small, otherwise unimpressive, kingdom is suddenly one of the strongest powers in the land. This is due to the sole reason that, unlike other rulers, you're happy to work with the local orcs, goblins, dragons, and several other races that are usually attacked on sight.

You are an immortal who has lived for 4,000 years. Your only friend was an elf, the last of their kind. At their funeral, it’s just you and someone you’ve never met before.

"My lady," said the Prophet. "The kingdom is in danger. Seek out the kind and noble heroes: Face Mauler the Dreaded, Skull Crusher the Mad, the Man-Eating Giant, and Barry. Talk to them and they will help you in your quest."

Every 1000 years all of the Gods get together for a contest to see who can collect the most souls with a single catastrophic event. Last time Poseidon broke the 1M mark with a Tsunami/earthquake combo. You’re up.

You are a litch who, in an attempt to escape the hero, managed to telekinetically throw yourself into space and landed on the moon. After countless years, you've managed to create a comfortable life for yourself, only for a space shuttle and some astronauts to land nearby and plant a flag.

Congratulations! You’re getting reborn. On the plus side, you’ll be a god/goddess. Downside, you’ll be a Greek god/goddess and Zeus is mad at you. Good luck.

A convention where every cosplayer unexpectedly physically transforms into their character.

After being forced into a loveless political marriage, a prince and princess agree to split a love potion in hope of finding happiness.

“Play me one last pitiful tune bard.” The villain toys with you. Your friends’ corpses are all around you and you’ll surely join them, but you have one last ditch effort.“Forgive me” you say as you play your dirge of raise dead.

"Wait," The dragon said, "Raise your hand if you're an adult." The party of knights before it stayed still. The dragon sighed. "Turn around and go back home. Tell your king not to pull this crap again."

An immortal person decides to start streaming themselves playing Geoguesser, and over time become extremely popular as they tell the history of the places that they guess.

As a last resort, the wizard summoned heroes from another world. The first happily embarked on their "RPG adventure". The next said something about "darkness" or "souls", then rolled away alone. The third mumbled "factorio" and constructed supply lines. Every new hero is weirder than the last.

Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery

"But, we summoned you. You *HAVE* to fight for us!" "I don't have to do shit until you present me with a satisfactory contract of employment!"

While touring the Greek Islands on a sailboat with your friends, you pull into a grotto. As you leave, a beautiful siren appears, and seductively asks to come aboard you boat. You kindly refuse. In a fury, she demands to know why.

You are a 'Life force' magic practitioner. You gain magical power by magically pulling the LF from other living things. Usually your kind is feared, but you are well liked. You take the the LF from invasive plants and insects. No one realises how powerful you are until another LFMP arrives.

All Magic users are gifted a seed, that grows in step with their power. For the average mage it becomes a trusty wand no longer than their forearm. For some it grows into a great staff. These mages can move mountains and part seas. Yours has grown so much that you've decided to live inside it.