Best Romance In Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

He lifted her like she weighed nothing, but his hands trembled with restraint. Her legs wrapped around his waist with the desperation of a drowning woman clutching driftwood. Her breath hitched as his lips broke from hers, only to trail down her throat, tasting the line of her pulse like a man starved—like she was the only thing that could satisfy centuries of hunger. The bond burned. Not softly now, but with the full, brutal heat of surrender. Magic curled around them, thick and pulsing, weaving through the air like smoke—living, sentient, ravenous.

Without exception. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as I turned another page, then another, my hope fraying with each passing second. There had to be something, a loophole, a forgotten decree, a single damn instance where a princess had chosen love over duty. But the books offered only cold, unyielding tradition. A curse slipped from my lips, low and venomous. The thought of that old King's hands on me, his breath sour with wine, his body pressing mine into the marital bed, made my stomach twist. I’d rather throw myself from the highest tower than let that man touch me.

Damien chuckled, “I will behave. What would you like me to do?” “I need to gather more herbs, but you will have to stay here. I don’t want you to burn up. Maybe you could look over the books I took from the library. You might see something in them that could be helpful.” “Very well,” agreed Damien. I went out to gather some herbs. When I came back in, a few hours later, he was still reading, but looked up when he heard me. “Anything?” “It’s a fascinating read. The nullifier charm, naturally, combine with the enlargement spell, but I assume you’ve already have that in play.” He eyed up my basket of herbs.

"But it will still happen?" "Eventually. Once the scandal dies down." She forced herself to meet Sybille's eyes. "He's kind, thoughtful and impossible to dislike. I rather wish he weren't." "But?" "But we're not in love with each other." The admission came easier than expected. "We're building a partnership based on mutual respect and political necessity, which I suppose is more than some royal marriages achieve." Sybille's expression softened. "I don't love the King of Frostborne either. He's honourable and fair and he'll make an excellent husband but I don't love him."

I joined in. “It is. You wouldn’t get it—it’s about magic.” “Is there romance in it?” That caught her off guard, and she laughed. “There is,” she said, putting the book down. “A messy-haired farm boy falls in love with a blonde princess—but the princess chooses the farm boy’s cousin instead.” She winked. “Let her try,” I said, reaching for the book. But she jumped up and ran into the living room. Amber appeared at the bottom of the stairs with some bags.

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

The gown clings to my legs as I move, the diamonds catching the light with every step, scattering its reflection across the floor. The crowd parts. A hush falls, just for a breath, before the room erupts into a ripple of bows and curtsies. For him. The vampire prince. Their prince. My stomach twists, but Rhysand’s hand tightens on mine, grounding me. “Bold, little one,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “They can see you, but they won’t know you. Not truly.” His spell hums beneath my skin, a warm pulse of magic that keeps our gazes sliding away from me.

Reluctantly, breathlessly, they broke their final kiss, resting their foreheads together, their ragged breaths mingling in the space between them. “We have to stop,” she panted, the words tasting like ash. “No, we don’t have to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “We can’t,” Gizelle breathed out, but her hands were already moving to the buttons of his shirt, trembling with anticipation. “Shh, let me take care of you,” Will whispered, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both panting. She gasped as Will's hands roamed her body, igniting fires wherever he touched. She arched into him, silently begging for more. His lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and sucking, le

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