Best Fantasy Books Ever Novels & Stories

There’s also a bookshelf that holds a dozen different sci-fi and fantasy books, including The Lord of the Rings, my favorite book of all time. Interested now, I pull up her bio. It’s relatively short. Sci-fi and fantasy fan (books and movies). Well, that’s cool for a start. Ravenclaw. A Harry Potter nerd. That’s okay, so am I. Shield maiden of the Rohirrim. Oh, she’s a real fan ofThe Lord of the Rings.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

the almighty voice asked him and continued, "There can be no more than 1 holder of destiny, and that is only you, I created you for the purpose of destiny with the book of all living things. You have the world in your hand in view, for what purpose is the birth of this child?" "Precisely because of the book of the living that I possessed that I created him, a great change will happen in this world, other gods will emerge, chaos will erupt. We need him to shoulder the responsibility of the pain the chaos will bring" the hooded guy explained.

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

“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.”

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

Being someone in his position must be exhausting. I happily walked into the library looking up and down the aisles of books. I loved the smell of the new and old books that graced the bookshelves, and started searching for my favorite one I had spotted in here the other day. This book was one of my favorite dragon fantasies where the heroine is rescued by a shapeshifting dragon. I couldn't help but feel like there were a few parallels to current events in my own life.

It was hilarious to compare this new reality of mine to the ones that were in some of my favorite books. Never once had I imagined that I’d find myself in a world that was similar to those created by my favorite authors. Oh, how much I used to wish that I was Alpha Gray’s Barbie Beast or Bloodmoon’s human princess who found her own completion in an angel, demon, and vampire. Enzo might not be a Rossi but had the whole mysterious Italian thing going on.