High Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

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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.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

She stood up and pulled another book from the shelf behind her-one that looked even older than the last, its cover adorned with ancient symbols. The candlelight flickered as she opened its fragile pages. "This book," the headmistress began, "holds a prophecy that is thousands of years old. In each era, a single child is born who carries the fire of the ancient dragons and mastery over the five elements. One person capable of changing the fate of the world. To create balance... or to bring complete destruction." Skylar's mouth felt dry. "And you think... that's me?" she asked hoarsely. Beatrice studied her for a long moment before laying the book flat on the desk.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Without exception. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as I turned another page, then another, my hope fraying with each passing second. There had to be something, a loophole, a forgotten decree, a single damn instance where a princess had chosen love over duty. But the books offered only cold, unyielding tradition. A curse slipped from my lips, low and venomous. The thought of that old King's hands on me, his breath sour with wine, his body pressing mine into the marital bed, made my stomach twist. I’d rather throw myself from the highest tower than let that man touch me.

(R18 - Not for readers below 18 as this chapter includes mature and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.) Ever’s POV “Hagan, stop… someone could catch us out here,” I protested, trying to pull him back from territory I knew neither of us would easily return from. He slid his large hands down my thighs and unstrapped the chemise at my waist. “Uhh-Hagan,” I shuddered as the warmth of his lips trailed across my neck, setting me on fire.

BOOK ONE: THE POWERFUL HALF-FAIRY BOOK ONE BEGINS HERE. ~ The Kingdom of Zenrada wore blood that evening as though it was its best attire. At the same time, the entire kingdom of Amarxona rejoiced. While Amarxona's skies were painted in a canvas of fireworks, the pain-stricken and bloodied skies of Zenrada watched on from a distance. The once admired palace on Zenrada's grounds shook with anger as well because of the ill-fate it had just suffered, but it seemed that someone else who resided within the walls of the mighty building felt angrier.