Fantasy Books Written For Adults Novels & Stories

But today he was here reading Infernal Devices with me, although he was getting upset every minute because of the fantasy content of the book. “Ugh, wizards and vampires? That doesn’t even exist, this book must be for children, that’s all,” he said, which made me laugh at his reaction. "What'll I do? I have this fantasy spirit inside me,” I respond. He snorted and commented, “Women,” but it wasn't like he wasn't having fun too.

He headed into the kitchen, shaking his head at me with a grin. I smiled at him and relaxed, grabbing a book off one of the end tables. I read the back cover, pretty sure it was once of Tristan’s and not one of mine as I didn’t recognize it. The description read like a run of the mill fantasy. Group of experienced adventurers traveling the lands in an attempt to stop some long trapped evil that was threatening to re-emerge. I opened it, reading it without paying too much attention so I didn’t get sucked in. I had lost myself countless tales over the years, using them as an escape in my younger years, avoiding the realities that were starting to take hold in my world.

“Is that a challenge, baby?” Amara looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his as she tilted her head. “Do you take it as one?” Rhys walked behind her, his chest touching her back as he raised his hand and ran his fingers over the several books on the shelf above. Eyes sharp and amused. Amara was almost pressed between him and the book rack, heart in her mouth and legs clenching. She knew he was doing it on purpose. “You like fantasy, more like magic and knights.” He pulled out one book, a thick book with a light brown cover with images of a knight and a woman. He tilted his head. “Never grasped what’s so good about this one though.”

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Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

Anything to make me stop feeling like an outsider. Like a lone wolf… During my longer free periods and after school, I would head over and help sell books to raise money for the community. For the most part, it has been helping with the distraction, and it was enjoyable to see all the different books they sell. There were, of course, books that I would expect to see, books that I suppose the people of the pack would refer to as being from the “human world”, from outside the pack, where none of them have been, for their protection and sanctuary. The majority of the other books were books of werewolves, written by werewolves for werewolves. The usual genres one would expect to find at a book f

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

I was completely bored, left with my own unfriendly thoughts. I browsed through the books he had stacked on the shelves. They were a lot. I had picked up and returned a number of them. Ranging from romance novels to murder, to books about demons and angels. Even though I was casually looking through for something that would interest me, I was hoping to find a book on magic and spells.