High Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

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.

“Who pays attention to a young girl sitting quietly in an out-of-the-way corner?” Serra nodded. “I guess.” A speculative look crossed her face. “If you have any questions, just ask. Don’t be embarrassed if you don’t know all the details. I’ll answer everything I can and when we get back home, I’ll loan you any of my books. Even some of my fantasy ones as I’m not much of a romance book girl.” Astrid smiled at the vivacious young woman. “Anytime?” “Anytime.”

<3' PeanutButterCups <3 'Okay. We'll see you there. Matteo's waiting in the quad when you're done.' I put my phone back in my bag and leave it at the bottom of the stairs with those stupid heels and my dress. I run up the stairs while tying my hair in nothing but my underwear. My footsteps are the only sound echoing off of the old rubble of the old ruins of the university. I love the history behind it. The university used to be the castle for the human kings and queens before THE RIP. Durning THE RIP a Great War occurred, the other worldly beings against the humans and each other. The humans fought vailiently to protect the world said to be blessed by the gods. The Faerie were leading the wa

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"FTC bought your fairy tale. Acquisition breathes." "Our fairy tale," I countered, hazel dissecting his obsidian calm, sipping sharp burn. "Omega's hack narrative sticks—for now. Your move next." Proximity hummed danger, his heat invading silk, cologne smoky citrus invading senses. Bodies pressed close in the swirl, his hand ghosting my waist—claim veiled as dance. Synergy crackled, minds circling, but undercurrent pulled darker, forbidden heat pooling traitorous.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

A temporary hiding place before we inevitably end up where we always do contemporary and queer romance. Our natural habitat. I pick up a book with a massive dragon painted across the cover and slowly rotate it in my hands. Fantasy covers go hard. The artwork is ridiculous in the best way. Every scale on the dragon has been illustrated with obsessive detail. Blue melting into green, green into purple, purple streaked with gold. The colors swirl like magic itself spilled across the page. It’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. My lips wobble slightly. “I like him so much,” I whisper.

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha