Booktok Ya Fantasy Novels & Stories

Luminga-linga siya pero wala naman siyang nakitang tao. Who's that? "Even your other voice said it." "Belive in yourself," parang hanging saad nito. Huminga muna ako nang malalim at hindi na muna nag-salita. Pumunta na lang kami sa bookstore at nag-hanap ng bagong babasahin. Then one book caught my attention. Ang ganda nang cover niya mahahalata mong fantasy siya. It's like a harry potter but with spice.

“ So listen to me carefully and follow every word that I say to him. Earth gave a nod and just waited for him to give the instructions. When Lark finished, his eyes became so round and he looked like his blood all came to his cheeks as he blushed upon learning the ways. “Are you for real?” he asked to confirm “You don’t believe me? Then forget it, this will only give him a bad impression of you for living him out there alone. Can you believe a friend you are close to would ever leave you for who knows how long? And do you think that just the two of us would be enough to look for the book you are looking for? Every day this room arranges its book on its own and I learned that the pieces of in

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

“You stand a chance of making it out of this war alive if you do as I say. Timah and I are making plans to escape from this place during the heat of the battle between Nikjin and the reigning Alpha King of werewolves.” “We cannot escape, Edvana. Any hope we had of leaving this place has just died with Zokman. He is the only one with the power to unlock the unseen shield that seals this place from the outside world.” “Well, not anymore. I have that power in my possession already.” “What are you talking about?” “I have the magical powder that Zokman uses to unlock the portals. I stole some of it from his hut yesterday in preparation for our escape tonight.” Rowana was intrigued. “You went into

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

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.

Soon, all faded out. #### ~Author's Note~ Yo, bubble butts. Welcome to the land of Changeling where only the fittest survive. Straight to business, I'm going to start by appreciating you for taking up this book. This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself?