Illustrations In Many Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

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.

Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it. The pages were yellowed, filled with various illustrations of werewolves, they were white wolf's, their fur were as white as snow. Their red laser eyes shown through any darkness. As I flipped through the pages, a sudden chill ran down my spine. The room around me began to fade, and the colors of the illustrations bled into reality. I shut my eyes hard as the world around me began spinning. As everything seemed to calm down I gradually opened my eyes to a new world.

The book felt ancient, alive even, as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked, secrets she was only beginning to understand. When she opened it, the parchment pages were thick and heavy beneath her fingers, each one covered in swirling lines and strange, ancient runes that seemed to pulse with a faint glow. The illustrations on the pages were mesmerizing, showing beings encircled by the elements - fire, water, earth, and air - all woven in both harmony and chaos. One page depicted a figure standing amidst a storm, lightning sparking from their fingertips as torrents of rain whipped around them. “It’s like… they’re calling to me,” Zoe murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she took in the

"They are not as fun to read but as I have had dealings with a witch coven recently I figured it would be best to research them. For fun though, I like to read fantasy books so that I can get lost in a new world." He brings me to the fantasy section and I just stare at all of the amazing pictures on the front of these books. Forgetting that I am looking to read the books I pick one out judging by the picture alone. It shows a guy riding on the back of a golden dragon while another dragon breathes fire at him. "That is actually the second book in the series. Let me get you the first book and then we can come back for the second once you are done reading it." He helps.

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

which fueled her imaginations and made her thinking of the world like it was a fairytale. Did any love books as much as she did, she didn't know and she didn't care, maybe one day she would read a book of her own. She walked slowly surveying each book, each book was different in their own ways in terms of cover, plot or even color..the mc weren't always nice and it didn't always have an happy ending. "Emm...Mary Hopkins and the seven seas, sounds distasteful....." Madeline placed the red covered book back in the shelf and continued her search,

A/N: All the contents inside this fantasy novel it is only the fruit of the author's imagination, same names, places. experiences, happenings, and others are just coincidently written. Enjoy reading and Read at your own risk. START As an innocent child, I also wanted to live a normal life in a world where I just wanted to have friends and be given a chance to play with my dolls with other children. At the age of twelve, there was nothing to do with each stroke of my dolls. Seemingly mad talking plastic children's toys.

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

He wondered what she'd read. Curious, he dried his hands and pinched up the small pile of sewed pages that had no leather cover and laid them in the palm of his hand. With his pinkie he turned the pages, squinting with delicate scrutiny at the tiny drawn images and writings. There appeared to be several pages pertaining to were-beasts, a couple about harpies, a chunk on dragons, the small part on fairies, and then he paused upon seeing a particular illustration. He didn't have to read the fancily scrawled heading to recognize what the chapter was about. Oh. That was why she suddenly stopped reading to him.