Fantasy Books With Male Protagonist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more. "The story of a half-blood dragon who lived unloved, unwanted and destined to fall under the weight of her own power." Fru almost laughed. Why does this sound like her series of applications to different guilds. Tragedies were not her taste because she had seen enough of it in her life. "Give me a heroine who marches through worlds and conquer hehehe" Fru smirked at her own imagination. "It looks interesting though, what's one more tragedy to the list" she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book.

It was the weird man, standing over me, but why does he look so terrifyingly different now, so soft and concerned when moments ago he was nothing but controlled rage? His features, the rigid lines of his jaw, the cold indifference I had seen before, had all dissolved into a desperate, aching tenderness. “Ara?” he called out, his voice thick with a genuine longing that made my chest ache with a sympathy I could not afford to feel. His hand shot out, grasping my arm tightly, the touch sending a shockwave through my system. Who the fuck is Ara again? My mind screamed the question in frantic confusion. He had called me Lyra before, convinced I was some woman named Lyra, and now it is Ara? I am r

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

he asked rather calmly compared to the rage in his fiery blue eyes. The rat king weakly pointed at Maleeka before passing out. Edward tossed him aside and turned to Maleeka, he took a step but a cat suddenly landed on top of his head. Without moving, he just burned it with his blue fire, the poor animal screamed in pain and jumped down but turned into ash as soon as it landed on the ground.

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

Fenrir could do that, I know he could. His growls became louder, I have never seen anyone's canines grow so large, and I could already imagine them breaking through my weak bones. Weak, because I could do nothing to save myself or my friends. I watched him take a step towards me, our gazes locked as I was forced to stare into those menacing grey eyes that had a spark of gold in them…kind of like the color in molten lava. As he took that step, I saw something launch in front of me, to shield me from any impending attacks from him.