Fantasy Picture Books Novels & Stories

What book is that? Jai leaned over to the front and took the book from the cushion to examine it. It was light and a bit thin. There was a picture in the cover that looked like a forest, and a small boy was in the picture, picking some mushrooms. The title was written in artistic way, like a children book would.

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.

I felt the tears welling in my eyes and decided to continue researching my dream, well at least figure out why I am having them and what they mean. I went to the shelf that mum found the book she was reading to me yesterday and immediately found my gaze land on a tan book with thick gold detailing on the cover, the title was in a completely different language, so probably reading the book would be out of the question, but still something about this book was interesting to me. I started flipping through the pages and I was right the whole book was in a different language so I focused my attention on the drawings they were black, brown and light tan in colour and nothing like modern pictures o

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

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I tell him. "The birthplace of magic? The book never mentioned that. Though that would explain the Fae's ability to grant others magic through deals," he says. "If you're looking for more information on the world tree I have other books you can read," I say. "Well then after I finish this one you'll have to show me the others," he responds. "Gladly," I laugh.

But it didn't matter because she suddenly had fresh and wonderful possibilities. "Yes and no," she said in answer to the servant’s question. "I must return home and retrieve the Spell Book." Her heart lifted at the thought of wielding the book’s power—it didn’t contain only realm-travel spells, but also summoning spells more powerful than anything the kingdoms had seen in centuries, power transference spells—the possibilities were nearly limitless. "I will take the beast with me, so you are not troubled by him, and then I shall seal this portal behind me, so the prince cannot follow."

"Will you read me a story?" She nods, forcing a smile. "If you want. Which story would you like?" "Don't know. Your favourite." "Alright." She opens the book. It is tattered and worn, the binding ready to fail. Some pages from the back are missing and all are yellowed, crisping at the edges. The cover, battered and scraped as it is, is bright, in brilliant jewelled colours; an image of a prince in fine silks and a beautiful girl, riding a flying carpet over a magical city.

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

One triplet tells Nathan. Frederick gets to his feet, not allowing him to continue. “Your Majesty. Wolves are amazing creatures and are very strong. They will have their place in this fight. But Millicent is magically powerful. I’m not even sure. With all the power in this room, we can defeat her.” “Why are you not sure? You’re a seerer, aren’t you?” Nathan asked him curiously. I hear someone sucking in a breath. I assume it’s Anabelle who quickly leaves the room. Merida and Ellie go after her.