Action Fantasy Manga Novels & Stories

The group erupted in shocked laughter and whistles. My stomach flipped. Jax and Marcus. They were standing a few feet away, leaning against the railing, watching us with matching dark, interested expressions. Jax — my roommate’s older brother, was tall, heavily tattooed, with a cocky smirk that made panties drop across Miami. Marcus — his best friend — was quieter, more intense, built like a fighter with sharp features and eyes that always seemed to see too much. I’d fantasized about them more times than I cared to admit. But right now, getting a dare about them held me back a bit.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

On top of that, I am relief to hear that Team 5,6 and 7 leaders, Miss Kaneko, Frank and Mike were enthusiast about their task, they even able to think about including the natives troops of the Fantasma. Which is something that have passed my mind, In Aeternum, just like any other medieval fantasy theme world, or on earth at least the manga and comics, there is so many varieties of profession existed, Swordsman, Knights, Warrior, Mages and healers, there were many of it, and so does in Fantasma. When Miss Kaneko and Frank speaks to me that I should considered about those profession I am rather pleased by it. Because now that it reminded me, in Aeternum Royal Military, we have a few branches o

When the department head told me to seat next to Jevro, I felt excited for some reason. About my power rate, I speak with the people who assisted me. Honestly, my power surpasses even those people from other countries. If we compare the ranking to the rankings of protagonists in every fantasy novel, Jevro's and other Black Malemyns are S rank. But me, I'm currently an SS rank. And if we go back to the rankings of the original Malemyns, I'm currently the new found Purple Stage Malemyn.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting technique uses, and as you can see those that use wind, water and earth are the cheapest because they are the easiest to master. Then there are those that allow you to use the elements of fire and lightning and finally the most expensive are combinations of different elements." Cassy nodded and asked him curiously, "If you don't have flames, how do you use an element?" Steven winked at her and said, "That's why these books are s

And his eyes were golden, amber, burning, flashing red when the light hit them just right, like embers hidden beneath ash. Scars covered his knuckles. Old white ones. Fresh pink ones. He had been fighting something for years, something that left marks, and he hadn't bothered to hide them. They said he didn't care what people thought. They said he was past pretending to be civilized. My fangs ached worse now, pulsing with my heartbeat. My blood turned to lava in my veins, hot and urgent and wrong. The tray wobbled dangerously as my body reacted to him, every cell screaming mate mate mate while my brain tried desperately to catch up and shut it down. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

All of the bad guys fainted and they vanished in the air. We also saw the victim fainted too because of the wounds and blood that has been lost to his body. (Author's Note: I just wanted you to know that the Series 2 of this Novel is already posted on Dreame entitled, The Delightful Agony. And because we're progressing. That Series 2 will be free for so long! So what are you waiting for? Check it out now! Don't forget to follow me on Dreame and add it to your library! Have a great day!)

Even now, my loyalty remained with my arrogant crush. Speaking of the devil, a jolt of electricity shot through me when Laxus suddenly pulled me flush against his side, his hand gripping my waist possessively. I looked up at him and saw his jaw set in a hard, lethal line. “Most of my people are men. I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” he whispered directly into my ear. His husky voice and that low, territorial growl hit me differently. I felt like a lamb caught in the protective, yet terrifying, grip of a lion.