Fantasy Fiction For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

Elle muttered to herself as she went in search of the books she wanted, she moved into the fantasy/paranormal section, she walked around for sometime before she came across a book that said "Aether world" She picked it up and scanned it, it talked about two realms that were once together. She quickly scanned the book once more, she saw names like halflings, faires, humans and a lot of weird things she saw in the other realm. The book said "fiction" in bold letters but she took it anyway. She made to sit down and read it there but she decided against that and walked to the librarian "I'll take this with me" she said as she placed the book on the desk.

He leaned back in his chair, clearly not expecting such an immediate and forceful response. "You'll go? What about finding your mate?" he asked, tilting his head. "I thought you promised yourself you'd never leave London until you found them." The question hit me like a physical blow, reminding me of yet another failure in my life. I had made that promise to myself when I was eighteen, convinced that my mate was somewhere in this city waiting for me. I was supposed to feel some kind of bond, some magical connection when I met the right person. But when I turned eighteen, nothing happened. No sudden recognition, no overwhelming attraction, no sense of completeness. I thought maybe my mate jus

he admitted, his voice low. "Oh? What kind of stuff?" I pushed, letting my legs fall open a little wider. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down again before locking back on mine. A new boldness seemed to steel his nerves. "Stories. About... things people want. Fantasies." "Fantasies are important," I said softly, holding his gaze. "They help us figure out what we really need." I let out a soft moan as his thumb found a particularly sore spot on my feet. "Mmm, right there, Leo. That's so good."

A well-forged pact could communicate through thought alone, lift weights impossible for ordinary beings, move swiftly enough to dodge bullets. But those gifts required more than training, they demanded that one abandon humanity entirely and allow their sub-gender instincts to take full control, becoming something closer to a true werewolf. That was why many still lived human-like lives, in sports, medicine, the military, or protective services, it gave them balance before that final leap. Leaders who could forge such a pact were rare, usually emerging from royal bloodlines like the Kanzaki family. “Our parents expect too much from us, Rei,” Dante said finally.

Join me as we explore the depths of Bucharest's historic charm, unravel the enigmas of reality and dream, and embark on a journey where love defies conventional boundaries, promising an unforeseen destiny. So, grab your favorite reading nook and immerse yourself in the shadows of the night. The adventure is about to begin! 📖✨ Warning: My protagonists are fully mature adults, not children. This novel explores the complexities of real-life relationships and may touch on sensitive topics. It's intended for readers who are at least 18 years old and comfortable with mature themes. Constructive criticism is welcome, as your insights and perspective is valuable. However, please be mindful that har

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Some men came forth to welcome us. We walked inside the building and we started to tour the building. It had all ages. From Six months to Eighteen years old. We first moved into the fantasy section. The children side had fairies and princesses sculpture. Then the adult side had more of mythical creatures, gods and goddesses, and vikings. Then we moved over to the romance section. It started from age ten. Different sections for different times of romance. From Contemporary to historical fiction. Then we moved down to horror. It had ghosts and zombies. The structures were all beautiful. Then the reading session was in the middle of the library.

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape

“Another masterpiece from DarkPen" “Your comics are just too good. I can't believe Sebastian later fell in love with Ayllsa. Though we were expecting" “A vampire and a witch. That is just the kind of novel I want." “ " I smiled seeing the readers all love my book. Fantasy is a genre I am based on and this is why I believe my next book is going to bring me more fame though not everyone will recognize me. Meanwhile, I closed the laptop and breathed a sigh of relief before standing up from the chair. I yawned and stretched my hand and back.