Fantasy Action Manga Novels & Stories

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

The creature blinked, but it was too late because Taino had swung in close and with a large knife he opened up the neck arteries of the animal who coughing on its own blood soon stumbled and fell down. My eyes traced from the gore of the creature’s demise to the imagery of Taino with his back to me and knife held at the ready. Then I groaned as I saw more of the huge monsters appear, but they seemed oddly docile in manner and looking at Taino they ducked their heads up and down submissively. The fingers of Taino’s empty hand beckoned me and scrambling up off the rocks I rushed up behind him. Being very close to him I stared point-blank at the flexed curvature of a very powerful man’s back.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

Which only made him take a deep breath in and let it out looking everywhere rather than Yamaga. “Ah, how can he do that!!” hissing in response turning to the next page. Lying on the floor while holding the manga above him while resting his feet upon the table. Koishi turns to the next page as his expression changes over every panel of the dialogues he reads. “If if I was in his place I would have wack across his head like grr~” A figure watching him through the small gap of the sliding door holding something behind his back. Not even noticing when the sliding door open as the footsteps walk towards him. Only to stop right above him.

One hit and it was done. "My lady! Are you alright?" "No." She stares wide eye at her teacher. "How did you just do that?" "Oh, I used body enhancement and strengthening support on my body before I hit it. It's the most common magic spells used for any fighter. It toughens up the body and enhances your ability to be able to stand the same grounds towards beasts like those." "Beast? That's a beast? I thought it was a monster. You know, those things that I keep hearing about."

Jerry said with sparkling eyes and acting like a fellow injected with chicken blood. “Oho? You also know this one? Is there any BL manga you don’t know?” Jessica asked in amusement. “Well I do know a lot… like a certain harem one, with the MC actually ending with two hot gongs!” Jerry said with a devilish smirk. “Eh?? Harem!! Please tell me!!” Jessica said excitedly. “ ‘There’s no way this is fate!’, it’s hella interesting and there’s also a sequel I think,” Jerry said

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.