Fantasy Books Written For Adults Novels & Stories

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

“What should we do first? Maybe explore the backyard? Or we could find a game?” Esme was silent for a long moment, her little brow furrowed in thought. Her bags felt heavy in her hands, a physical reminder of the new life she was trying to step into. Just as she was about to suggest something else, Esme looked up. “You can read to me.” Relief washed over Ellie. She smiled. “I would love to. What book do you want? What’s your favorite book?”

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

“This one weaves mystery and magic, but underneath, it’s a story about trust and power.” Her face softened. “I’ll take it.” As I wrapped the book, another man stepped in, younger, sharp-eyed, dressed in a rumpled suit. His gaze swept the shelves with a hunger I recognized all too well. “Looking for something… thrilling,” he said, voice low. I leaned forward slightly. “Try The Silent Corner, it’s about secrets that change everything.” He nodded, brows furrowed, then murmured, “Secrets change everything.” The bell jingled again. A teenager, headphones around his neck, glanced nervously at the counter. “Uh, do you have any fantasy? Like with dragons?”

His cock felt deeper now, touching places that had never been touched before. ‎"Arghh.... Yes.. Yes.. Right there.. Mhmmm yes." I screamed at the top of my voice, and he didn't even bother to stop me. "Harder. Fuck me harder.. Please.. David harder.. Don't hold back." ‎** Author's Note** Enjoying the story so far? There are more juicy, steamy stories... Keep scrolling. Thanks for your support. ‎

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Some of my readers demanded the second book of my Action-Romance novel, but I told them to wait for that day because I’m doing something important and it’s connected to that book which they understood right away. Some of my readers suggested that I write a Fantasy novel, but I told them that I couldn’t for now because it’s not my forte and I’m not good at fantasy books. Although I wanted to try, I didn’t want to take the risk. It’s too impossible for me to do that because it feels like it’s kinda hard to finish the fantasy novel because I have no clue what type of fantasy I should focus on. If it’s a werewolf, vampire, wizard, fairy, mermaid, or whatever creature it is.

Author’s Note – Please Read ❤️ All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈