Mature Epic Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

The end is here! Demon Kings Mate is officially completed. I cannot believe after eight months, I have managed to complete this book. Surely it has been a ride from the beginning because I have never written a fantasy romance before. There have been a few bumps along the way, but it taught me a lot, and I will be very thankful for the experience. Thank you to each and everyone who supported, commented and added this book. Without you amazing readers it wouldn’t be possible. |Sequel information|

The System had been keeping score across three generations and presenting the bill to whoever was currently occupying the Dreadmourne bloodline. He was the last one left to pay it. He set the number aside. Negative Karma was a problem for a version of him that had survived the next three days, and that version didn't exist yet. Third: what he knew. This was the inventory that mattered. He closed his eyes and went through it methodically, the way he had organized notes before examinations in a life that no longer existed. The novel was called The Ashford Chronicles. Seven volumes, the last two released eighteen months apart while the fandom grew increasingly anxious. He had read all seven twi

He's just waiting to claim his prize. ​"Your great-grandfather," Seraphina said, her voice chillingly calm. "Malphas. He used Eris. He drained her, then he killed her. To power his armies." ​Kael looked like he had been struck. He glanced at Arion, then back at Seraphina. "That's... that's a lie. The legends say Eris betrayed him. That she broke the world!" ​"Legends are written by the victors, Prince," Seraphina spat, the bitterness making her voice crack. "And your family always wins, don't they? They always take what they want."

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

“If that is so, why are you bothering with entertaining a discussion with me? Their Light Fay Priestesses are not mine to control, and neither are the angels they are protecting. What I do or do not do has no relevance to you.” “The realm of the earth will be ours, regardless of what you do or do not do.” “And my daughter will make sure that you do not succeed.” End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3)

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

Guild: Organization of Emissaries bringing together fighters of various ranks. Character Setting:(warning, this part contains spoilers but seemed necessary) The book follows a narrative framework that moves away from repetitive clichés. The protagonist is certainly weak but very, even too gifted. He has a strong charisma and does not let himself be walked on, even when the person in front is noble. - The philosophical quest for hierarchy, which really inspires power? The power in place of the system, of royalty, or the sheer force of those who turn reality as they please? - The characters undergo profound changes through shattered dreams, psychological distress, and awareness of the universe

The candle’s flame wavered, but she remained steadfast, driven by her determination to honor Magnus’s memory and protect their coven. Finally, as the first rays of dawn broke through the curtains, Seraphina found a passage that sent a shiver down her spine. It described a forbidden ritual, one that could disrupt an elder’s ability to see the future and, in extreme cases, extinguish their life force. As she closed the tome, a newfound resolve burned within her. She would confront this treacherous threat head-on, using her own knowledge and the resources of the council. Seraphina knew that she could not do it alone, but she was determined to gather allies, expose the traitor, and ensure that j

"How will I get her out of my head! He banged on the wall of the bathroom. He had been with several beautiful women with great bodies, but his body still scream and want Faye. His soul long for her, he remembered the sex they had.....so amazing, he felt like he was reborn. Faye was pure, natural, sweet and addictive. He can bed her over and over again without any trace of tiredness. Faye has taken complete control of his soul and body, merely seeing her stand up make his dick harder inside SheeVah core. Daylan exhaled, nothing can be done, SheeVah must leave.

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri