Great Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Where they surrendered the part of themselves even war could not scorch: softness. She had never believed them. Those stories were remnants of older times, when dragons ruled openly and magic threaded through the bones of the world. Silly things. Fairy tales. But standing here—surrounded by gold and heat and the scent of Rhazien—she knew this was real. This wasn’t legend. It was declaration. And he had made it for her.

Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet. The water was a sensual amplifier, heightening his touch, and his kiss until the room was filled with an intoxicating mix of heat and passion. Our bodies were slick with water, but Dax's lips trailed down my neck, igniting a trail of desire that pulsed through me. I gasped, pleasured moans escaping my lips as his touch ignited a slow burn within me. "Princess, you taste incredible," he murmured against my pussy as his final trip, the vibration sending ripples of pleasure through me.

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

Literally and figuratively. “Like I said,” Remy said in a low, gravelly voice. “Go relax. I’ll finish dinner.” He removed his hand from my hip as I slipped past him and headed upstairs. When I entered my bedroom, I found a gold and white-wrapped box on the bench in front of my bed. I stared at it for a while until I opened it. On the delicate tissue paper inside was a card. I opened it and read it. “Seasons change, darling. – Remy”

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Slowly, teasingly, his fingers trailed up my inner thigh, pushing the fabric of my skirt higher. Charles broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes dark with lust as they raked over my body. A devilish smirk played on his lips. His skillful fingers brushed against my damp panties, eliciting a throaty moan from deep within me. "You're so fucking beautiful, Agatha," he growled, his voice dripping with desire. "Charles..." I breathed, bucking my hips upwards, desperate for more friction. He chuckled darkly against my lips, teasing me with feather-light touches. "Patience, baby," he murmured seductively. "I'll take good care of you."