Fantasy Mystery Novels & Stories

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

Knowing that nothing could ever come between us. That was until I arrived here. Vivian was alive. At least for now anyway. Having no idea where she was currently located was an issue. More importantly where we were was less than comforting. Justin navigated me through the winding halls which made my sense of direction and chance of escape seem pointless. So far I could sum the castle up into three words; dark, mysterious, and terrifying. This was not the typical stone castle. Oh no, the castle was made of obsidian blocks. A rare, heavy, durable rock which can only be found in certain areas. Only wealthy people could ever afford the stuff, and somehow Eric managed to grab a whole castle of it

“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?”

nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.” Corey stared at the box, what is inside? She held it tightly. “Something he wanted you to have when the time was right.” Corey’s pulse quickened. His mother slowly extended it toward him and for the first time that evening, the warmth of the family dinner disappeared. Because Corey suddenly realized something. Morgan hadn’t simply disappeared, he had left pieces of himself behind, pieces that were still waiting to be found.

He was most definitely going to need some help. 'But who?' He thought to himself as he sat at the desk and stared into nothingness, while he racked his brain for answers. That's when his eyes were drawn to a book that was tucked into the back of the stack of things that were piled there. It was a book about how to use your fairies and Fae folk. Mister's eyes lit up as he sat up in the chair and he fished the book out, quickly opening the cover and thumbing through the pages.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

“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.”

They are best kept away from it all, we have enough to deal with, without a frantically screaming woman in the mix. I slam my fisted hand hard on the table breaking it down the middle, and the room settles down back into silence. My murderous aura causes most of the pussies in the room to quiver in fear, except for elder Gabriel, the man is made from stone. Hard and unwavering. “Please allow me to introduce Alessia of Legora.” He wouldn’t! I jump to my feet at hearing the slam of a lock opening. The heavy double doors to my right slowly creek open, revealing possibly the most breath-taking woman I have ever seen.

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet