Fantasy Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Brandon Ebinger: Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new

" It just happens to be a coincidence that the gift given to you on your birthday contains the secret to Luke's demise and you happen to be a werewolf." "I know, right?" Daniel laughed. " This life is full of mysteries." "But how can we trust what is written on that paper?" Tomiwa asked sceptically. "Have you forgotten?" Annabelle spoke up." The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue."

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

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.

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

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

She was bewildered by the big crystal chandeliers above the ceiling, as well as the big space that this room occupied. ‘Realm? Is this the same like the fantasy novel that I'd read before?’ She asked herself. Aside from being bullied when she was young, she was also obsessed with stories. Specially with fantasy genres. That’s why she became a novelist due to her passion. Although she was not familiar with his world, but she was somewhat comfortable as long as Diamond is with her. It was as if he would protect her at all cause. Well, hopefully. “What---How?!” She automatically ran towards a small table from the left side where a picture of a man and woman was being displayed.