Character Driven Fantasy Novels & Stories

Cale asked. "She wants the character. The idea of you." "She does not know the maintenance requirements," Cale said seriously. "She does not know about the sensory deprivation. Or the obsession with door locks. Or the nightmares where I wake up screaming in Latin." "She thinks you're romantic." "I am high-maintenance," Cale corrected. "I am a logistical burden." "You're worth the effort. Here's another one. HistoryBuff. Four stars." "Why four?" "He says: The magic system is vague. The author never explains where the marks come from or who the Architect is. But the romance is solid."

The door opened , and three figures stepped into the room, their frames filling the doorway. Karl, broad-shouldered and golden, his blond hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed. Roran, dark and lean, his black tattoos coiling up his arms, his lips already curved in that smug, knowing smirk. And Dane, the tallest of them all, his auburn hair caught the light as he tilted his head, his gaze raking over me like a meal. "Let me go," I snapped , but my voice cracked , betraying me. I yanked at the restraints, and the silk dug into my skin. "My best friend's a witch. She'll turn your dicks into twigs and feed them to the crows."

She was like a goddess, a forbidden treasure pulling them forward with an invisible rope. “Where do you think you’re going, you runts! You’ll pass through me first!” I roared, immediately planting myself in front of the door as a human barricade, the last line of defense between Cara and the horde. And then, all hell broke loose. The first wolf lunged, his face twisted in a snarl, eyes unfocused with desire. I blocked his path with a swift punch, knocking him back into the crowd. Another came from my left, his claws outstretched. I dodged, grabbed his arm, and threw him over my shoulder. More followed, a flurry of teeth and claws, a relentless wave crashing against me, each one more desperat

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After turning off the motorcycle, I entered my house, sat down on my old leather couch in the living room, and start fiddling with my smartphone. "OOhhh….new issue is out…". I'm an avid reader; I love reading as it keeps me occupied most of the time. I also enjoyed informational books, fantasy novels, manga, anime, and games. Although I'm already 27 years old, I loved them, I probably can be categorized as a closet otaku, but still, I'm not antisocial, I was active in sport, and decisive in making choices (definitely not a wuss). "…The story was good,…but why is the protagonist always a wimp....just kill the enemies….can travel between earth and the fantasy world but use the sword as the mai

He oozed a cold aura, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of Siberia, facing the arctic winds. So, he was the future villainous emperor, Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the second prince of Sephyr Empire. It seemed like he hadn't killed his father yet and ascended to the throne. How did I know? In the web novels, the powerful characters would always have a cold aura and penetrating dark eyes. Especially, the male leads would always be extremely handsome and the masochistic female leads would always tremble before them while being supposedly 'pampered' and tossed around on the bed by them.

“And how does her marrying Rodrick help, then? Will he magically heal her?” “Francine is a half human-half Furiae because of this, her core is a mix of both. The blood of the Furiae in her is the one responsible for her rampaging fit and causes lapses of judgment and brings her back to her most primal desire to hunt and kill. But you see, if Francine is joined in marriage and is taken by a human she would be tamed. As the nature of a Furiae is sealed by ownership to whoever takes her. That is why I pick Rodrick. He’s a good man, he may look dangerous but he cares heavily for his subordinates. His views with monsters are also not biased and crooked.” Evy will never understand how a father beh

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Cadell Marcus grew up in this whole scene of demonic demons. Adonis Miller wouldn't be able to figure it out. He just abandoned this kind of impersonating and deceitful person from his heart. He knew this Cadell Marcus very well. If you are at a disadvantage, there will be no reminders. This kind of person deserves to be at a disadvantage. Then Cadell Marcus splashed out a pot of black dog blood towards Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown's body, covered in green snake scales, immediately emitted a cloud of white smoke, and Mr. Brown's pain continued to grow. roaring sound, red eyes as if they could drip blood, iron chains all around were straight.

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