Fantasy Writing Prompts

An elf absolutely nerds out over human technology, especially weaponry. When he's shipped off to experience it firsthand, he's no less excited.

The royal family decide to visit the hero who saved the kingdom from destruction to honor him. Instead of living in a grand palace surrounded by treasure however, they find him in the fields of a small farm, humbly tending to his own crops.

“So my mom is half-Fae, and my dad is half-dragon; that’s where my powers come from. How about you?” “I’m half-mermaid on my mom’s side, hence the wheelchair.” Your new magic school roommates suddenly turn to you. “What about you?”

You are a snail who has one goal, to hunt down an immortal who was given $1 million, ending their life with a touch. It has been 125 years. You have no idea where your target is or how to reach them.

You were adopted and raised by a dragon. You and your step-brother never got along with him looking down at you for not being a dragon. You take a deep breath before entering his cave to inform him about the death of your mother.

“Death , for my life I challenge you to a duel , I’ll beat you with chess” Death sighed at the man , everyone tried the same thing , and every time they lose and beg for forgiveness, hadn’t he been forced to accept the offers he would “Yea sure , and by the wait it’s *at ches-*” *WHACK*

Due to a glitch in the system, whenever you lift a heavy object you gain 1 point in Intelligence instead of Strength. Reading a book, however, gives you 1 point in Intelligence as well.

You're an enchanted suit of armor, completely hollow on the inside. After gaining sentience, you left your haunted keep & began to adventure. As you gain notoriety across the land, making friends & connections, it gets harder to keep it a secret that there's nothing behind your visor.

When the king's army drafted you, you planned on faking your death in battle and waiting for a chance to return home. You were so good at fighting that you never got the chance and just kept getting promoted.

Long ago, a young elf met a young human in the forest of Eternia and they became best friends. Now, a millennium later, that same elf faces his old friend, the now terrible lich lord, in the same forest.

You were pleasantly surprised that the dragon was actually rather delighted to see your party enter their cave. Turns out that dragons have phases in regards to what they hoard and this dragon was keen on letting you take what you want to clear up space for their new obsession.

You are a bartender in a fantasy tavern. Different races have vastly different tolerances for alcohol, so you need to make your drinks have different potencies depending on who you are serving. You just unknowingly served a shot meant for an orc to a changeling disguised as an orc.

An enemy nation has come to steal the royals child as ransom. Here’s the thing, they got things mixed up and stole your kid… you’re the royal necromancer.

You are an Orc soldier seeking to fight the greatest warriors of the different species. The first one you choose to face is a human warrior that has claimed many lives. You find him now running a vineyard. He refuses your challenge and says to you, "Vietnam was no glorious adventure"

“you do realize you’re just a trophy husband right?” “I’m married to a deity why the hell do you care?” You responded.

All of your siblings, papart from you, have attended a prestigious wizarding school. Now, after all these years, they're back in your "regular" world... and don't even know how an oven works.

Prisons designed to hold magic users force inmates to wear muzzles so that they cannot cast spells, mealtimes being heavily monitored. You've just been arrested and are sentenced to one such prison.

Your teachers always warned you to never, under any circumstances, cast a resurrection spell on someone still alive, but refused to elaborate why. Today your curiosity got the better of you.

"Father, if Necromancers are evil and all get hunted down, why is the court wizard allowed to be one?"

An orphan is adopted by the local Witch that raises them lovingly all to feast on them once they've grown. The Witch and her fellow supernaturals are starting to have second thoughts.

You are attending a school for wizards, where they learn to do magic. You are terrible at doing the steps to cast spells, but to everyone's anger it keeps working and you can spell cast no problem. Unknown to you, and everyone else, this is because you are actually a sorcerer

"Sir I must inform you that you are in possession of an illegal and forbidden item. Please hand it over immediately." You look around your storage room filled to the brim with illegal and forbidden items from all sorts of dimensions and realities.

When his champion returned after many years, proudly spouting off his many accomplishments, the God could only stare, dumbfounded. "What the hell do you mean you saved the world? You were supposed to destroy it!"

“You may make three wishes. Once you have, I will choose two to grant and one to forever bar you from gaining.”

"I am the Lorax; I speak for the trees. And for some fucking reason, they're speaking Vietnamese."

Every full moon you must chain yourself indoor and hide. Not because you're a Werewolf, your entire hidden village is actually. No, its because you're a freak, a monster, an embarassment... you're a Werepug.

You know how old humans will become set in their ways? Obstinate and reluctant to embrace new things? Old elves have the exact same problem, but they've got orders of magnitude longer lifespans.

“No,” the beautiful goth woman said, “I am not the witch. You want the brightly-dressed himbo next door; he’s the actual witch you’re looking for. He’ll take care of all your witchy needs.”

Elves remain youthful after age 20. All elves have a hard lifespan of 500 years before they return to the aether. You've been adventuring with an elf and fallen in love. Under the moonlight she confesses to you that its her 499th birthday and this life of adventure has been her last hurrah.

The cursed dagger craves blood. But no crazy cults or evil assassins can offer anywhere near as much of it as a lowly hard-working butcher.