Fantasy Reading Novels & Stories

"My mom likes the Padres." "San Diego girl." He nodded seriously. "Respectable franchise. Inconsistent but respectable." He tapped the book against his knee. "You like reading. Knox mentioned it." I looked at Knox again. Knox was studying the ceiling with intense focus. "I do," I said. "What are you reading right now?" "I'm writing, actually. A fantasy novel." Both of Robert's eyebrows went up this time. "A real one?" "A real one. It's about a librarian who rides dragons."

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

My other hand joined the first and penetrated my pussy with two fingers. I was free to do or say anything I wanted. No one could see in and the doors were locked. I was breathing faster now. I looked around the room and moaned out “Ohhhhh, I wish someone was here to see me cum!” A new rush of excitement came over me as I said those naughty words. My fantasy turned back to Blake and I on the blanket in the maple grove. How he pounded into my virgin pussy again and again! I looked at his picture and put direct pressure on my hard clit.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

I walked in, and a smile spread across my face as I took in the familiar sight of the books and the cozy nooks. I went over to the fiction section and ran my fingers over the spines of the books. I reached for one I had read before but wanted to read again because of the intricate plot. It was a fantasy novel about a young woman who discovered she had magical powers. I had always loved the way the author crafted the story together, creating a world that was both familiar and strange to me. I sat down on the nook and started to read, getting lost in the world of the story. I was a few pages in when I heard the door open, and I turned to see who it was.

"I enjoy a good fantasy novel, but I also like historical fiction, memoirs, and even non-fiction. As long as it's well-written and engaging, I'll give it a try. Anything written by Williams Shakespeare is irresistible to me." "That's a great attitude to have," Stephen said. "Have you read anything particularly good lately?" I thought for a moment. "I was on the verge of completing 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern, before…" the longing for home shut me up for a moment. "It was a magical, immersive story that really transported me to a different world. I highly recommend it if you haven't read it." I said, bracing myself. “I’m sure you’ll find it in the library. There are lots of books t

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.

Honestly, it was the way to escape from my worst reality. Whenever I was beaten or I got scolded by my aunt, I would just read one of those fantasy filled romance stories and ride myself away in the time travels of story. I walk through the moors and meadows together with them and also through all those magical stuffs. This all started when I had to read a book 'The kidnapper,' while I was in my middle school and write an essay about it. And the habit of reading never went away since then. Books have become one of my best friends since then.

After turning off the motorcycle, I entered my house, sat down on my old leather couch in the living room, and start fiddling with my smartphone. "OOhhh….new issue is out…". I'm an avid reader; I love reading as it keeps me occupied most of the time. I also enjoyed informational books, fantasy novels, manga, anime, and games. Although I'm already 27 years old, I loved them, I probably can be categorized as a closet otaku, but still, I'm not antisocial, I was active in sport, and decisive in making choices (definitely not a wuss). "…The story was good,…but why is the protagonist always a wimp....just kill the enemies….can travel between earth and the fantasy world but use the sword as the mai

I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well. I opened it and read the first words and I became excited immediately. My body danced with anticipation as I closed back the book—deciding I was going to read it all through the night—before continuing the task at hand. After checking the fantasy section, I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I was already tired of doing this. I don't know who gave them the idea that this was going to be fun. I'd spend time with them fucking me so hard that I would not be able to walk again.