Fantasy Western Books Novels & Stories

“Nothing, I just got a small shock” “Yeah me too, where the hell did that gust of wind come from ? It doesn’t look like..”. “So, I am trying to learn more about them, vaetter, helping spirits and such you know”. Way to go Soleil, lie upon lie. But hey I got a whole mountain of lies behind me, so why stop now ? “Oh yeah, spirits of nature”. Mark gets up to find a book. I accept it and flip through the pages and for the first time I see what Siri told me. The stories are a total mix of very accurate descriptions and absolute nonsense. I smile to myself when I read about the elves and how incredibly beautiful they are. If they just knew.

It was because the storage bag was filled with over a hundred unsavory picture books. Caspian froze. Apart from The Pure Lady Cultivator, there were also The Youth Cultivator Hank, The Exquisite Sisters, and My Fox Spirit Companion. One could tell from all these titles what type of books they were. Caspian emptied the bag and retrieved the spirit stones, a couple of potions, and pills before tossing all those books to one side without sparing them another glance. Maya did not know what the skinny cultivator used to do, so she was curious when she saw Caspian tossing aside all those books. She walked over and flipped through a couple of them. A second later, she walked back blushing furiously

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

The vampires were arriving a week earlier than expected and the preparations still weren’t completed. I suddenly remembered the story of “The Wizard of Oz”. It was one of my favorites. My mother read it to me regularly and, when I was old enough I read it on my own, I did so over and over again. I loved the way Dorothy was able to click her heels and return to the safety of her home. How I longed to be Dorothy just then.

A werewolf story mixed with fantasy themes and then a vampire story mixed with fantasy themes. I also plan on writing Mattew Merikh’s story in the future. I’ve been wanting to write a book about werewolf mafia and I want to make it a little dark. Like a dark romance. If you’ve read my other book Surrender to me, then you all probably have an idea what I mean. Hope you all follow and support me!! And I hope you all leave good reviews for my books too!

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***

The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt. Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood. Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Th

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

Nyx'S Pov Since the day at the orphanage, I've been visiting them every day. Always in the afternoons when I have nothing else to do. And when I'm home, I spend the rest of my time in the library, buried in books. Not the romantic kind. The serious kind. Books on wolves, curses, bloodlines, magic, and ancient healers. Books that talk about pain and the strange ways it affects werewolves. Because Caspian's pain wasn’t ordinary. And even though he never talks about it, I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way his body stiffens when the full moon approaches.

Reading the clippings and the sad and gruesome story Naomi wished there was some way she could go back into the state of cluelessness she had arrived. Pulling the rest of the documents out of the box Naomi took them downstairs, luckily at the moment Theon arrived. Looking at the haunted look on Naomi’s face he knew she’d found something. She called Rhys and Lucy up from the basement. Sat in the living room she spread the newspaper articles out on the table. The articles the tale of a Powerful Alpha and Luna, Aurora and Lucian Fellows and their one year old baby daughter, of a pack that covered most of South England in the UK, travelling to a pack in the US, were attacked by a group of witche