Great Fantasy Books 소설 & 이야기

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.

He headed into the kitchen, shaking his head at me with a grin. I smiled at him and relaxed, grabbing a book off one of the end tables. I read the back cover, pretty sure it was once of Tristan’s and not one of mine as I didn’t recognize it. The description read like a run of the mill fantasy. Group of experienced adventurers traveling the lands in an attempt to stop some long trapped evil that was threatening to re-emerge. I opened it, reading it without paying too much attention so I didn’t get sucked in. I had lost myself countless tales over the years, using them as an escape in my younger years, avoiding the realities that were starting to take hold in my world.

he growled against my lips, but his fingers were already sliding through my wetness. “I need you,” I whispered. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about your cock for weeks.” He cursed, then unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was impressive, unlike those small ones I have been managing, girthy with a slight upward curve, prominent veins running along the shaft, and a broad, flushed head already leaking precum. I dropped to my knees instantly, wrapping both hands around the base because one wasn’t enough.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”

At least I hope she won't. Right now she's crooning at the thought of being near Leviathan. She finds him fascinating. They are both mythical creatures and incredibly powerful. However, they are opposites! It won't work. Whoever said 'opposites attract' didn't have to deal with a freaking horny firebird and a water dragon who wants nothing to do with them! (Actually, I haven't talked to him. I've only talked to Levi... But I'm guessing they are on the same page since they are one being.)

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.

I squeak from under the covers. My grandmother gives me a disapproving look. "I mean, tell me a new one, please." I say. "I want a story I never heard before." "One you haven't heard before? That's no easy task." She walks over to my bookshelves; her fingers trail over Grimm's Fairy Tales, The Happy Prince, Collected works of Hans Christian Andersen. Even at that age, I had a huge appetite for fantasy. For the unreal. Gran sits back down on the bed. She looks thoughtful for a moment, scrutinizing my face before nodding.

“Draynon, what really happened? About the death of the Royal Family and apparent treason of the Galadon Knights and their being outlawed. There are all sorts of stories floating about and we are taught to hate the Galadon Knights from a young age. We are told stories about you to scare children into minding their manners. Eat your greens or the Galadon Knights will come a gobble you up, they say. Some tales even insist that the Katrall family must be despised also. How much of that is true?” Draynon grunted. “Most of what you hear is little more than fairy tales. I’ve heard some of the stories. They get the dates about right but little else.” He reached into a draw and pulled out a

Draco replied, stepping to the bookshelves and starting to pick up some books. They spent hours later reading and days later. Draco and Astrid came every day to read. Almost all of the books did not mention the First Sorcerer's name to get The Heart of Magic. This incident happened hundreds of years ago. That sorcerer was referred to as The Great Sorcerer. Astrid leaned against the bookshelf in despair. Under her feet laid the messy books she was reading. Draco sat on the floor not far from her. "It looks like our search was in vain," complained Astrid.