Fantasy Book Without Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A tear in the air above the eastern valley shimmered into existence — dark at the center, rimmed with pale fire. The guards panicked. The mages shouted. Luke’s soldiers formed ranks instantly. But Lily felt it before anyone else understood. Ancient. Older than kingdoms. Watching. Aeron had been right. Knives were nothing. This was something else. The tear widened. Shapes moved behind it. Not demons. Not angels. Something between. Observers. Judges. Drawn to the awakening of a bloodline long silent. The golden fire inside her surged. Not out of fear. Recognition.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

Yamiko asked. "Yura, but he insisted he has seen no one." Yamiko's face twitched, a sign of skepticism. "Do you speculate he has something to do with this?" "I dare not say," Merko responded. Yura had this good guy effect to anyone who had been associated with him. I couldn't think of him plotting something evil. But now, everything had probabilities of happening whether we like it or not. "However, it is implicit that the culprit belongs to Faro. No residuum of magic could be felt in the area. Not a single trace. No matter what we do, we are left with nothing. It is like the book just vanished then appeared again," he added.

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The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

We never had the chance to sit down and converse with each other, so I was surprised when she began reading a spicy fantasy romance novel while sitting beside my bed. It seemed ages ago when I stopped reading fantasy romances and began living in one of them, so I am not sure if I would ever enjoy reading them again. I haven’t had time to read anything except for my mother’s journals and the medicine books from the coven, so it was a pleasant change to hear something different. It was as if we were gossiping about someone else’s life. In the books, we didn’t have to worry about real-world problems; any conflict or issue was not ours to resolve. The pages gave us something to be excited about.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu