Fantasy Writing Prompts

You are an ancient dragon, the king has sent many soldiers to slay you all have failed. Then one day a man with leather armor wielding an iron sword. You get into your fighting stance, he then speaks up and says “the king killed my family and everything I love, will you help me?”

Suddenly, all humans become the last creature or plant they ate. The majority of humans are now sentient lettuce heads or beans, or anthropomorphic chickens and cows. But what concerns everyone most are the people who are still human...

It was supposed to be just one time you saw wherewolf pup in the snow you brought him in gave him food took care of him and then get let on his way. but then more monster children ended up on your doorstep you kind of regret it but don’t.

The forging of a magic sword requires a human sacrifice, and for the newest and most powerful one, a retired general renowned for many victories was chosen. However, the makers of the sword didn't know that out of disgust for the horrors of war he had seen and inflicted, he became a pacifist.

You are a Necromancer so powerful that even the gods tried and failed to kill you. As a desperate measure they banished you to another realm. Annoyingly it worked, and now your listing to some guy ranting about his life before the... Zombie Apocalypse?

After a series of misunderstandings, a dragonborn paladin of noble birth is sent on a quest to save the lost princess (herself) from a vicious dragon (also herself).

Many ages ago Death was defeated and sealed. Immortality is the norm, but the loss of death has lead to a society of ultralites that rule over never dying slaves. As Death's first reaper after the unsealing, you are here to remind them why Death exists... and why your master should be feared.

The power of a spell is inversely proportional to the amount of words in its name. You, hated and exiled, invented the first single word spell:

Witchcraft is illegal, but you're not a witch! You and your coven- I mean, you and your friends are just exceptionally good alchemists.

You have failed and your foes have achieved their long sought goal of reviving their God-king. Everyone expected him to lead the final assault and solidify his rule once and for all. Turns out, he's actually a pretty chill guy and immediately calls the whole thing off.

You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins

When someone dies, the afterlife they go to is determined by WHERE they died. Dying in Scandinavia sends the soul to Valhalla or Hel, but dying in Greece lands them in Hades, and so on. You have just died in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

You open the door and see a woman you recognise immediately: she’s the lead character of a novel you wrote years ago. And abandoned halfway. “Why did you forsake me?”

Healing spells can be very terrifying if done incorrectly. It was only a matter of time until somebody weaponized these flaws to make some truly horrendous attack spells.

Each type of death has a unique type of Reaper. The Reapers of Drowning collects the souls of the drowned. The Reapers of Old Age collects those that have come to their natural end. Write a story about a Reaper for an unusual death finally having a soul to collect.

The Elven people have finally reached the stars and have arrived at the galactic community. Upon arriving, they attempt to assert themselves as the dominant party to the galactic alliance sighting their longevity and wisdom. Only for the Elder Race known as "Humanity" to put them in there place

When the zombie apocalypse came, everyone raided gun stores. Except you. You raided a medieval armory and now, armed with full plate armor and a long sword, you will take back your home

Tired of love stricken mortals making up a sizable chunk of the underworld’s traffic, Hades decides to help mortals with their love problems before Aphrodite can answer them. It turns out that mortals are a lot more satisfied with Hades’ help than with Aphrodite’s.

You teach at a magic school, but you do not teach any magic. In fact, you are not even a mage. Yet your classes are among the few that *every* student has to take, no matter what kind of magic they are studying.

“You know what, no. Fuck you.” You tell your murderer as they stab you through the chest. “I refuse to die.”

Like how Prometheus gave fire to man, you too have followed in his footsteps and gave fire to the corvids.

You are The Evil King, and you are looking down at the body of your most fearsome and deadly fighter; all you can see is the orphaned baby girl you found all those years ago in the remains of a destroyed village.

The mountain will grant any wish if it has the mana to do so. If not, the wisher becomes mana for the next wish. Wishing small is usually safe, especially after a failed wish. Wishing large is always a gamble. A community has formed around the mountain, giving advice and selling memorabilia.

You are the child of a sea god, and a gang of pirates has just kidnapped you in order to bargain with your father and secure a safe voyage. Little do they know that your father has perished and passed his powers on to you - and the pirates have just angered the only one in charge of their fate.

You accidentally saved a princess from a tower. Now she won't stop following you, blabbing about "true love."

“Why should I?” Says the disgraced inheritor of the kingdom. “Why should I go back in royalty? When I can go to an adventure and to meet and save people!” “Why should I inherit the mistakes of my father?” “After all, you people shunned me.” “And no, I’m not coming back and thats final!”

You're standing at the altar, about to get married to your beautiful fiancée. When suddenly the king of demons bursts through the door of the room, which naturally causes panic. You tried to warn everyone that inviting your sibling to the wedding would mean trouble, but they kept insisting.

"Daddy, what if monsters come out of the closet?" "Don't worry sweetie, your Teddy Bear fights them all off when you sleep" "Daddy you're so silly". When she finally goes to sleep, he turns to the bear and salutes it, "Keep up the good fight soldier". The bear salutes back, "Yes Sir!"

You are a 512 year immortal in a bar, angry because you can’t order a beer. It’s not your fault you took the immortality potion at 12 and have looked the same ever since!

You were shamed for having a weak power called Fabric Manipulation. However it didn't exactly specify which fabrics you can manipulate.