Fantasy Writing Prompts

A Star Eater must eat magic or else they'll die, so the best course of action was to taunt witches all around the land into hexing him with curses. Spiteful magic tastes great after all.

You, a warrior mage, lost your sight in battle. You’re able to use magic to see, but doing so drains your powers. You’re always having to choose whether to save your powers to see, or to cast spells. One day, caught in an attack, your combat skills alone aren’t enough. You close your eyes.

You don't know what happened, but one day people started being oddly impressed by your hunting skills, you would take down a regular animal, and they would act like you did something special, nobody else wants to enter the forest, but there are nothing there to fear. They refuse to eat the meat

You fell out of a plane. You survived, but you landed in the middle of a cult's summoning circle. Now you've got this super-crazy group of followers with ties in practically everything who keep calling you their god.

The empress sentences you to be thrown to "The Beast", a giant doglike monster. She recently got a new Beast when her old one died. The Beast turns the corner and turns out to be a puppy. You're not food. You're a babysitter.

You find a course on YouTube titled : "How to master reality bending in 100 simple steps". The first video has a million views, and they gradually go down until the hundredth one, with zero views.

You are a student at a magic school where every year students have to publicly demonstrate the progress they made in the last year. After your demonstration you return to your classroom, only to find multiple teachers and the principal waiting for you.

There's a 10PM curfew in your city. Past that time is when members of the magical community come out: Wizards, monsters, fae, etc. It's not a strictly enforced curfew, more like an advised time for regular humans to not be out.

The genie says, "There are 3 restrictions. No wishing for more wishes, resurrections, or love." You make your wish. The genie says, "There are now four restrictions."

For 10+ years a child goes to a forest to play/talk with the fairies there despite local legends of their sadism/cruelty, and afflicting fates worse than death. So when the now 16 y/o child is abducted, the traffickers find out not all local legends are BS when the fairies come for their "pet".

You are a fay, but were raised human and have no idea of your true nature. You simply believed people were naturally honest about their deals with you - until a ridiculous 'joke' deal opens your eyes to the fact something's wrong.

As soon as the titan materialized, it pointed down to single person and declared in its booming, dreadful voice, "THIS ONE IS CORRECT." Then, without elaboration, vanished without a trace.

"But fire isn't- its for burning and killing!" The professor spluttered, struggling to comprehend the magic spell you showed him. A golden flame that heals and protects with it's warmth. "Why not? Normal fire is used it to keep our homes warm and to cook food, even to boil potions and medicine"

You have developed a reputation for being an expert matchmaker. Whenever you're around, people who meet each other end up falling in love. But what no one else sees is that Cupid has been trying to shoot you with an arrow for a long time now, and all you've been doing is dodging them.

"I cannot give you riches, fame, bring back the dead, nor give you a blessing. But should you give shelter for the night to a poor, old woman such as me, I can promise that I will serve you in a great time of need."

List of things to do, "Ring check, dinner with my parents and hers check. Plan to tell her I'm secretly a 150 year elf check. Plan to tell her she needs to defeat my eldest sister in open combat to prove her worth. Work in progress. She's from Texas I'm sure she'll be fine."

Your family was killed in the chaos of magical girl combat. "Collateral damage", the government said, "Acceptable losses". Well, now you have the tools to get your revenge.

After years of searching you finally found that little shop that magically appears then disappears without a trace. But you didn’t come here to shop. You came here because you use to work for them and that jackass owner owes you your last paycheck.

When the truly ancient gods were rediscovered, they didn't seek vengeance on a world that had forgotten them - rather, they were happy that the humans they were so fond of remembered them once again after untold millenia of loneliness.

You put a horrifying curse on your own name. You are immune to the curse's ill effects. The fey who thought they tricked you into giving them your name is not.

Digital "familiars" are all the rage in the near future. They can take any form, chat with you, manifest as lifelike holograms, and are capable of travelling between devices instantly. How you GET a "familiar" is never explained by those who have them.

"Three wishes? Okay, my first one is I wish I knew what to wish for that would have no negative or unintended consequences".

You finally meet the man with all the power in the world, but to your surprise he is living the quiet life, not using his powers. You ask why and he just gives you, his powers. You understand why now.

"I don't wanna be a warrior!" You shout, looking at the magic sword your Mom has shoved into your hands. "But you like books, don't you? Look around us, do you see many books in the village? No. You know who has them? Evil sorcerors and wizards who fell in battle, or the trolls who slayed them."

"Hello. I'm here to kill your leader in single combat to claim chiefdom over your people." "Whoa! Do you really think we are that primitive and salvage!?" "Yes. Isn't this how it works?" "Well... Yes... But you are being very rude about it!"

"Did you just fucking sucessfully counterspell a nuclear bomb!?"

“The fae are not evil. No more so than the tide or the wind. They are not good or evil, they simply are.” “They killed my son!”

As the princess and heir apparent of the kingdom you are the most sought after woman in the whole kingdom, with suitors lining up every day to ask for your hand in marriage. Today you finally accept the proposal of a suitor, causing a massive scandal.

"Why is it that you can never spell my name correctly?! It's not even difficult. Are you stupid?!" The customer berated the cashier. "Our barista is a fairy. I'm making sure she doesn't get your name. Don't worry I'll make sure I get it perfect next time. Have a nice day"

You exist, despite no country having a record of either your birth or your residence and none claiming you as their citizen, everyone forgetting you when they stop interacting with you and you even disappearing from photos and videos the moment they are taken. It is a rather interesting life.