Detective Fantasy Novels & Stories

“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.

Now, he wished he knew more about how to stop these demonic beings so that he could save the nurse and return to his beloved girlfriend, Cindy. As he lay on the floor staring through unfocused eyes at the table that contained Gibbon, he prayed that his partner had survived and that Abby Watson would find a way to help him. Otherwise, he just wanted to die. And the more he lay there, the more he hurt, the more he watched the creature come to life at the expense of his own blood, the more the latter sounded appealing. For Detective Dixon, dying would be most welcome. * * * Abby Watson lived in a quaint apartment near the precinct where she worked. And by the sounds of the locks she unlatched a

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

I have never felt so drained in my entire life. I checked my phone for some messages and emails. Until I came across an email address that I didnt know. Which was weird cause I dont give out my email address to anyone other than close friends and family. From: @AcrosCM Greetings, Detective! Our next move strays further from Arcilla. A connection less painful to see. Someone you wouldnt expect or someone you would have some trouble trying to save. I hope you show your fake selflessness on this, Detective. Cause we both know what it's like to be stepped on and abused. For now you may rest ;)

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

As I stepped out of my office, Vivian whispered her approval of the handsome Inspector Epps. “I think that I just might have to go out and commit a crime just so that he can arrest me,” she giggled. “It would have to be murder,” I said in a flat tone. “He’s a homicide detective.” Her eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh. Well. Are you working on a case that involves murder? I don’t recall seeing anything in the paperwork about a murder.”

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.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Intriguing and suspense-filled. For more tales of dark romance fantasy, don't miss out on my other works: THE ALPHA'S THIRD MISTRESS under the author name BEST WRITES. MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER - A forbidden romance book. Follow Best Writes and Velvet Desires for more journies into the darker side of desire and dominance. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. Your next escape into fantasy awaits! Hoping to see you as we embark on another beautiful journey together.