Adventure And Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Those are the species that I am most interested in right now. Excitement courses through me as I make my way to the fictional section. This section is way smaller, only filling up a small fraction of the entire bookshelf. It seems our boy Ethan has a clear theme he is most interested in. Most of the books are about dragons, and the remainder have titles relating to war. Although I am not necessarily a pacifist, I am not particularly interested in reading books that contain wars. So, I pull out a book named “Princess Aria”.

His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information. “But it’s nothing like holding a book in your hand and getting lost in an adventure or romance novel.” I joked. “Oh, I have a few books if you want to pick some out and take them with you. For the journey.” “Really? That would be great!” I clapped my hands together in excitement about what new tales I could delve into. I ended up picking out three books. One was about a treasure hunt, the second was a collection of romance stories from around the realm based on Alpha’s finding their mates, and the third was based on historical figures and their relationships to their gods.

Dust drifted lazily through the air, untouched by the silence that surrounded the room. She wandered slowly between the shelves, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes. "I could spend an entire lifetime in here," she murmured. Mia chuckled. I'm beginning to think you'd choose books over food. Adriana smiled. "I might." Her fingers trailed lightly across the worn spines of countless books. Some were bound in rich leather, others in faded cloth that had nearly fallen apart with age. She passed sections on herbal medicine, the history of forgotten kingdoms, dragon lore, ancient wolves, and magical creatures she had never heard of.

He headed into the kitchen, shaking his head at me with a grin. I smiled at him and relaxed, grabbing a book off one of the end tables. I read the back cover, pretty sure it was once of Tristan’s and not one of mine as I didn’t recognize it. The description read like a run of the mill fantasy. Group of experienced adventurers traveling the lands in an attempt to stop some long trapped evil that was threatening to re-emerge. I opened it, reading it without paying too much attention so I didn’t get sucked in. I had lost myself countless tales over the years, using them as an escape in my younger years, avoiding the realities that were starting to take hold in my world.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the twins gazing at her body with intense and undeniable lust. She was still wearing her underwear. But their eyes seem to see beyond. They seem to see an enchanting seductress' beauty beyond and beneath what covers her untouched possessions. Their desired and often fantasized forbidden territories. Untouched but soon to be. Forbidden but will soon be theirs to claim!

“Whatever this is. Fantasy? Romance? Giant doorstops with dragons on the cover?” I gasped dramatically. “Did you just insult The Name of the Wind?” “I have no idea what that is,” he admitted with zero shame. “But I’m willing to be educated.” I grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the shelves. “You seriously don’t read fiction? At all?” “Not unless you count playbooks,” he said, trailing after me. “I’m more of a highlights-and-scouting-reports kind of guy.” “That’s tragic.” I ran my fingers along the spines of well-worn books, pulling one free. “Okay, this, this was my favorite when I was ten. Anne of Green Gables.”

The usual genres one would expect to find at a book fair, too: history, fiction, non-fiction, folklore, fantasy, fairytales… everything. I had wondered and hoped that I could find the fiction book about the female alpha, but there was nothing of the sort to be found. I would rummage through the boxes each day, hoping to find something, but nothing. Nothing at all. Picking up a large pile of books from a box, I strolled towards a table that was getting empty to fill it up again.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

“At least no one can raise an undead army now. I suppose I should thank you for that.” “Do not worry about it. I was glad to help. No one wants to deal with evil magic like that.” Fenryn replied, smiling softly at her. “When I heard the rumours of the walking dead, I knew I couldn't just leave it alone.” Lynnette nodded lightly. “You said that there were two kinds of magic, how is it you even know that? I mean, I certainly did not, and my clan knows a lot about magic.” Giving a thoughtful glance up to the ceiling, Fenryn said, “to be honest, it isn't common knowledge, even in human lands.” He looked back down, and towards the woman now, as he continued, “it was only discovered during King Le