Book List Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

Because this was bigger than politics. This was physics. Divine physics. That night, Lily locked herself in the highest tower. Alone. She needed silence. Needed to feel it without anyone watching. She let the golden fire rise. Fully. It burst outward, filling the room in radiant light. Her wings manifested behind her — larger than before. Brighter. Too bright. They scraped the stone ceiling. Cracks formed instantly. She gasped and tried to pull them back. They resisted. The fire inside her wasn’t obeying as easily anymore.

And beneath her name, in smaller letters: …Book of Forbidden Desires… My hands froze. I should have closed it. Returned it unopened. Demanded she redo the assignment properly. Instead, I opened to the middle page. Fantasy #11: The Masked Party My heart flipped as I read her fantasies. She might not have been a great biology student, but she was exceptional with details.

Small sparks of magic dance in the air, swirling around me, creating an atmosphere of expectation and latent power. I walk to my private library, where rows of ancient, forbidden books rest on weathered wooden shelves. Each of these books is a source of power. But there is one book in particular I seek, one that carries within it the weight of generations of enchantresses, the most potent and forbidden of all: the Bloodbound Codex.

I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold. “ As I cried , I felt this magnificent power shoot through me. It was scary as I saw a flower shooting up from the pot plant of soil that laid barren on our balcony for so many days. I remember rushing to your father , waking him from his sleep to tell him what happened. As days went by , your father and I stayed busy at the library , finding any information that could explain what had been happening. Eventually , we stumbled on to the truth – I am a witch Rosemary , my parents must have been a witch and wizard.” I listen to her , flabbergasted. Witches are said to be evil and vile creatures , but here she is

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’. She inhaled deeply, reveling in the heavenly fragrance of the book and settled down at her desk to read. This was her favorite book. It gave her strength, hope, and courage to go on in life. She often wished that an alien would appear and take her away just the way it happened in the book. She shook her head at that stupid thought. This was real life. Such things could happen only in books. She stretched her arms and got lost reading. People kept coming to borrow or return books. Some even settled on the chairs to read.

"FTC bought your fairy tale. Acquisition breathes." "Our fairy tale," I countered, hazel dissecting his obsidian calm, sipping sharp burn. "Omega's hack narrative sticks—for now. Your move next." Proximity hummed danger, his heat invading silk, cologne smoky citrus invading senses. Bodies pressed close in the swirl, his hand ghosting my waist—claim veiled as dance. Synergy crackled, minds circling, but undercurrent pulled darker, forbidden heat pooling traitorous.

Not even Catherine, in all my time of knowing her. She stopped and mused over the part of the shelf where fantasy books laid. Her delicate fingers were brushing past the spines of the arranged books. I couldn’t tell if she was feeling them or if she was looking for a particular one to read. Without wasting time, I took out a book for her myself. “Here,” I handed her a weathered leather-bound book with golden embossing. I had the book since I was ten and had read it over a million times. "This is one of my favourites. It's a tale of adventure and magic. I think you'll enjoy it."

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.