Best Christian Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

As he continued to stare into the massive, black marble fireplace, he allowed his thoughts to run free. This James Olympia may be the one. Finally, the Child of the Prophecy . . . ha! What a joke. Some stupid, teenage, slut of an oracle said that a pup of a boy would be able to stop me and my father. Well . . . I suppose a swift death will just have to correct that interpretation. Death will come to anyone who stands in our way —Suddenly, the flames in the fireplace morphed into a transparent shade of black with a light bluish haze surrounding them and a breeze like a dying breath floated over his skin. “How reliable is this mortal you place so much trust in my son?” asked a deep, gravelly v

I mumbled while I began to do the chants. " Er, Rakim cerium um Domini Astek is!" I hum it through my Latin chants. After summoning the pathway of my native land, the Cana mountain, a rounded sphere like circling air began to appear in the atmosphere. I hop inside and I was succeeded in using my witch power after twenty years of keeping them. At last, I'm back. I missed my hometown and I missed my happy family when dad was still alive and Freya hasn't yet made an attempt to visit the mortal world.

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

Aspyn Right as we are getting ready to leave Lumi pops out and so does her familiar Faith I believe and what is crazy they are bot h9 tail foxes and white. We teleport to what looks like a pack territory there a ton of warrior and some of people there I am a bit confused; Dee tell me that we are a pack land that she just inquiries through a young female Alpha that she made Pack Alpha so she could get her hands on the one responsible for the king’s death. My mouth dropped when she said that and while we were talking two people come really quietly out of the packhouse towards us one of her men told her that it was the Alpha and her Beta, when they got close I see a girl with shoulder length bl

“Zander, what are your thoughts if I start writing down spells and stuff I hear in my mind and turn them into a grimoire? I know the witches lost all theirs, so if I can then surely that’s a good thing? I know it could take years but surely if I can write down the main it could be a big help.”

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.