Male Protagonist Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

This was life or death, he knew what he had to do! ‘Fafnir, I give you permission to kill that b**tch!!’ he yelled to him. ‘Gladly!!’ he roared. The moment he felt Fafnir take full control over him he felt like he was numb, his limbs were still there, he could feel them, but he could not move, just be there and watch. The moment Fafnir took the reins he threw the spiders off him effortlessly and in one giant roar leaped at Balrog. While he was in the air Rex could see that his body was changing! He was being covered in red smoke and scales were appearing, his limbs started to elongate. He was becoming Fafnir himself!! Hearing the roar Balrog turned around before she could strike the killing

Adoneram howls for his lover. The lycan prince set a smirked to his rival. His father Stark told him a story about the oracle between two monsters who combated with each other to take the girl they love. The worst part is they both love the same girl. Only one will survive and the oracle said that the man with a ball of fire will prevail and the man with the face of a wolf will die. He won't let it happened. The Prophecy of Apollo is not real. He will make it undone.

After turning off the motorcycle, I entered my house, sat down on my old leather couch in the living room, and start fiddling with my smartphone. "OOhhh….new issue is out…". I'm an avid reader; I love reading as it keeps me occupied most of the time. I also enjoyed informational books, fantasy novels, manga, anime, and games. Although I'm already 27 years old, I loved them, I probably can be categorized as a closet otaku, but still, I'm not antisocial, I was active in sport, and decisive in making choices (definitely not a wuss). "…The story was good,…but why is the protagonist always a wimp....just kill the enemies….can travel between earth and the fantasy world but use the sword as the mai

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

But he was defeated in the end and didn't get to live his happy fairytale ending. To be honest, Prince Caspian is my favorite character. He's got looks and wealth, war and battle hero and he's a freakin' Archmage as well! He also had a dark past which made me pity him and eventually became my favorite. I hoped he'd end up with the heroine, but it didn't work out. Too bad. If I were given a chance, I'll make sure that he ends up having a happily ever after, instead of a death ending.

What shocks the hooded guy is that he didn't expect the result of the birth of his child this early and for it to actually birth two entities. There are two infants, birth from each side of the coin. The birth of these children brought changes to the book of the living. 'Destiny' is the name of the hooded guy, and he immediately opened the book and there is a new page appears on it. He couldn't understand how it happened for them to have this kind of destiny, it wasn't what he planned. He finally understands how it turns out like this, aside from him who oversees destiny, only the creator of destiny can manipulate it.

I swore on my son's grave to unleash my powers and create the perfect protector, a half-man and a lycan, a wolf to hunt the leeches until they are naught but maggots on the soil, hiding like rodents beneath the earth. Oh, Constantine, my perfect creation, do me proud, the kingdom will be yours, immortality, riches, and people bowing at your feet....' MJ was so engrossed, turning page after page of the fictional book. A supernatural world was described in fine detail, it was almost reading a history book but more alive and believable. -Might as well take this to my room.- Her father won't mind. The book was thick so it will take a couple of days to finish reading it.

“If you show me a good time. There’s a protection spell on the building, your mate won’t know.” Lexus laughed. “You might not believe it but we’re true mates. I’m qualified enough to get the job without sexual favors.” “True mates?? You're Kidding.” She threw her hands up. “I might have a mage employed who’s strong enough to prevent even a true mate from being able to know.” I opened my eyes. “He’s in a manner with a childhood friend. He’s just trying to start a career since he’s not going to be king anymore.”

My cry of shock was nothing in comparison to the exultant cry of a male fiercely glad to go where no man before him had gone. Mouth open I breathed hard completely overwhelmed by the size of him and the intense masculine energy being released all around me as he held himself pressed deep to the core of me. He withdrew then and my breath went with his withdrawal, only to be hotly exclaimed out of me as he rammed back into me as far as he could go. It didn’t stop. His possession of my body was hard, insensitive, and entirely masculine in a way some part of me found thrilling while other parts of me decried as that of the actions of a monster.