High Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

I had only old stories, passed down by villagers and my father, though his tales were softened versions told on rare nights when he tried to remember he had daughters. As far as anyone knew, the High Wiz still ruled the northern parts of the world—massive territories stretching from the island’s western shores to the far reaches of the continent. Empires governed by kings and queens, desert realms ruled by warlords, and then there was Duskarra, divided into seven courts, each ruled by a High Lord. Beings of immense, unyielding power. Power enough to crush armies. Or a single, defenseless mortal.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Maybe I'm meant to barge into someone's privacy. It feels like reading a romance book. Other than love, the author wrote about his struggles to become an Eldar. How smart was his competitor and how did the war of the werewolf race affect his profession. He lived with the humans but being involved with the chaos is the consequence of him loving a werewolf. That didn't falter him. I was rooting for their love story but the journal is incomplete! The journal ended with them giving birth to a child. 'Twas an exciting journey towards a cliffhanger!

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

“You want it in the archives?” “Yeah.” Dead serious. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” “It’s not romantic. It’s accurate.” “For you,” she said, “it’s basically the same.” He kissed her. Not with urgency or relief—just warmth, steady and sure. The sort of kiss that says: I chose this. I keep choosing it. There’s nowhere else I want to be. She kissed him back with everything inside her. Outside, the mountain wore its cold beauty. Ruoxuan’s energy pulsed from the cultivation chamber—steady, like a heartbeat. The bridge sang its music.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

He looked like a man who could destroy a home with one thrust. She opened the door before he could even knock. He stepped inside, the scent of expensive cologne and leather filling the hallway. He reached for her waist, his large hands sliding over the silk of her robe, but Flora stepped back just an inch. "No games tonight, Dax," she whispered, her voice sharp with need. "I didn't pay for romance. I didn't pay for you to whisper in my ear or touch me for an hour before the main event. I hate foreplay. I want you to take me. Right here. Right now."

It didn’t call. It simply waited. Sky’s heart hammered. She couldn’t explain why, but every cell in her recognized it: Someone who had once been hers. But before she could step closer, the world jolted. Light smeared. The ground beneath them fractured. And from the dark rose a low, hate-heavy rumble. “Contact!” Jennifer shouted, drawing her weapon. Creatures erupted from nothing. But these weren’t like before. Not amorphous, faceless distortions— these were nightmares given shape: warriors, mages, beasts, all twisted copies of an old world.