Fantasy Books With Male Protagonists Novels & Stories

Were we in an open relationship? She giggled a little before answering my question. “I read a lot of romantic books, and in the bookish world, readers consider the male main characters as their book boyfriends because they usually treat the female main characters so well. I always talk to you about their grand gestures, and yeah… that’s why you mentioned them.” “I bet I’m now the antagonist in your story,” I chuckled a little, but apparently, she didn’t find my comment funny. “No, you’re not. I don’t think you’ll ever be the antagonist in my story.” Her voice was soft as she spoke.

"They are not as fun to read but as I have had dealings with a witch coven recently I figured it would be best to research them. For fun though, I like to read fantasy books so that I can get lost in a new world." He brings me to the fantasy section and I just stare at all of the amazing pictures on the front of these books. Forgetting that I am looking to read the books I pick one out judging by the picture alone. It shows a guy riding on the back of a golden dragon while another dragon breathes fire at him. "That is actually the second book in the series. Let me get you the first book and then we can come back for the second once you are done reading it." He helps.

It was a good thing I wasn’t seen, otherwise Auth couldn’t have written it off since I don’t exactly fit the theme of the book. The monster is from my friend Demon’s book, though I think he is called Daemon now; he would be pissed if I got it wrong. I don’t think Auth gave a title to his book yet, but she knows she wants to turn it into a comic which will probably never happen since she can’t draw and she procrastinates with everything. Plus, it took her three tries to figure out the right book for him. Auth actually created his character first along with his cafe, or was it a bakery back then? He likely still owns a cafe in this rendition, as despite the mismatch with his character, I can’t

Jayce felt his body go rigid as his Court persona slipped over him like a glove. There would be no time to relax, not as long as he was here, the face of his Court. Especially with two Halflings in tow, one of which was his Spark. He longed to be at the sithen already, so he could consult his father. Sparking with a Halfling was nearly as bad as sparking with a lower fae. He wasn't sure what his father would make of that or their name binding. Danu gifted or not, his father might smite her out of sheer audacity.

Maps and ledgers lay scattered across it like wounds that refused to close. At the head sat King Roderic, her father, his hair more grey than black now. He wore no crown; he had not worn one in years. Around him gathered the familiar faces of power. Chancellor Elowen with her careful smile. Lord Merrow with his sharp cologne and sharper opinions. High Priestess Sera, calm as winter light. And near the hearth, half in shadow, stood a man Alina had not expected to see again. Cael. Her steps faltered.

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

I shudder, looking away from him. "You are quite muscular for a girl. You might even be on par with some of the knights,” he mocks with a light chuckle. He has a glint of humor in his eyes, but I find his comment less than funny. First, he stares, then he insults me. I cannot believe I am to marry such a man. "It is looked highly upon for dragon females to be strong. Most of our males desire an independent female. They would most certainly find distaste with human women who are weak and anything but self-reliant,” I requite.

"May, don't tell me... you already..." How can it be?! She's still a kid! "N-no, not yet." Looking at me with a straight face, May shook her hand wildly. "The male lead in the book is a swordmaster, just like the crown prince. The crown prince is the commander of White Eagle Knights. They are the best knight order in the empire, second only to the Paladin Knights." I frowned slightly when she suddenly brought up the story about Alistair's knighthood. "The Crown Prince is such an amazing man."

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

The fairies wanted me to play the boy, and I was sticking with the program. "Jesse? An odd name." I don't bother to reply. "Can you read or write?" "Yes, my lord." "Well, there is one thing in your favor then, boy," he huffs. "I have no choice at present. My last page died of disease over a month ago. You will do. Grab my reins, boy." I glance at Sir Hubert, not sure what to do. The older man places his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to