Character Driven Fantasy Novels & Stories

I hate it how Lady Marina was treated on the book, I hate it how I’m clueless I am on what really have happen on them. What did she do? For something like this to happen? For something in the Illuminating Darkness to happen? What could have possibly happen for a seventeen year old like her to be driven in the dark and become wicked? I don’t understand. Para akong masisiraan ng bait sa kakaisip. They are so complicated for being a character of this fantasy novel. Character… Novel… My train of thoughts stopped. “ha ha ha” I laugh in disbelief. I teared my eyes from the dazzling moon and look at the dark city.

He's been abusing her and now wants to do it again right here in the car park with me and some strangers who might be passing by at the moment as his audience. * * AUTHOR'S NOTE I don't usually write dark theme books, 'Sold To The Rouge King' will be my first. The theme is necessary, given the context of the story. So before you read 'Sold To The Rogue King', bear in mind that Draco is a psycho. He is a hybrid so he's meant to be dangerous and cruel. Some of the things he will do might be triggering to some readers so consider this a fear warning ahead. I totally detest weak female leads. Just like Ash, Victoria will NOT be a weakling. Draco will surely meet his match in her.

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

And now even making her laugh insanely for a few moments. “Right! Just how naïve I could be for not thinking about it and deep. He sure is the perfect candidate, the perfect little piece that I needed for my little game of chess against those two.” Her realization that added the fuel of her already insane mind. The innate characteristic of her for being the pure darkness and created by the negativity and sins of everything and everything into this entire book and the others alike. “Well, well, well. Shall we read his character profile?” She whispers, excited and delighted to find out everything about her next little prey. With words and the taunting that comes from it. A hellish smile draws

He had read all seven twice and the first three a third time because the world-building in the early volumes was genuinely excellent, before the plot started prioritizing the hero's romantic complications over the political infrastructure. The hero: Calen Ashford. Platinum-tier by Volume 6, the youngest in three generations. Motivated by a genuine belief that villain-blooded nobles were a systemic threat, which the novel framed as correct through the behavior of every villain-blooded noble the reader actually met. He was not stupid, not cruel, and functionally impossible to outfight at any tier Kael could realistically reach in the next decade.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt