Male Protagonist Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

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.

He tried to open his eyes, but it was like they were sealed shut in the flames of his Magick. The thunder of hooves sounded around him, clattering on the flagstones. A warm body pressed against him. Voices that were too loud shouted to him, but he couldn't make out the garbled words. He hit his knees for the second time, the warm body pressed against him following him to the blessedly cool stone.

The wizards are the male mages, like Klevon and Brandon, and a lot of other humans. “Don’t worry about it. I am being attacked because I am a King and the Kingdom is getting stronger. It has nothing to do with your luck and mine. Besides, the Dark Lord is just a myth and I don’t believe that you are a cursed witch or a cursed mage.” Too much talking. Is he making a point? Maybe he is just trying to confuse me again. I love him, but he doesn’t have the mate bond, so I doubt his feelings for me are real.

"May, don't tell me... you already..." How can it be?! She's still a kid! "N-no, not yet." Looking at me with a straight face, May shook her hand wildly. "The male lead in the book is a swordmaster, just like the crown prince. The crown prince is the commander of White Eagle Knights. They are the best knight order in the empire, second only to the Paladin Knights." I frowned slightly when she suddenly brought up the story about Alistair's knighthood. "The Crown Prince is such an amazing man."

Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another. Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he.

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

“You and your emotions. You and your... sentiment. You’re not allowed to fall in love, Dante. You’re an Enigma. Act like one.” The line went quiet for a long moment. Then Dante’s voice came low, dangerous. “I found a Luna.” There was a pause on the other end. “Oh?” his father said. “Then what’s the issue?” “He’s not what you’d expect.” “He?” Dante let the silence hang. He knew that would piss him off. “You plan to mate a male Luna?” his father said, fury slowly simmering beneath his words. “I told you he’s not weak,” Dante cut in. “He’s an Elite Prime Luna. Born to fight. Born to survive. And I want him.”

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

"Where did my servant go? Have you seen him?" "Alas, he passed on the trip here," Thalan explains. "Tragic accident. We should alert his family." The young servant, now wearing the visage of his liege, stands proudly. "Malec was a good servant. He will be missed." Watching in amazement and horror, I can't take my eyes off the Elf King as he makes his way down the hall, guiding the confused sea dragon to new quarters to sleep off the rest of his confusion as he adjusts to being his new self.