Mature Epic Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

He leaned back in his chair, clearly not expecting such an immediate and forceful response. "You'll go? What about finding your mate?" he asked, tilting his head. "I thought you promised yourself you'd never leave London until you found them." The question hit me like a physical blow, reminding me of yet another failure in my life. I had made that promise to myself when I was eighteen, convinced that my mate was somewhere in this city waiting for me. I was supposed to feel some kind of bond, some magical connection when I met the right person. But when I turned eighteen, nothing happened. No sudden recognition, no overwhelming attraction, no sense of completeness. I thought maybe my mate jus

A lot more messier than she'd every thing of but above it all, she's with someone who would burn the whole world for her. Her Nicole. THE END! Thanks to everyone that took out time to read my book. I'm a newbie author and also watch out for more of my books to come. pls read, drop a comment (would love to know your thoughts) support too.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

And I wanted with a ferocity that scared me more than any battle ever had. I turned my head, brushing a kiss to Gaia’s hair, breathing in her scent. My fingers drifted to Ashley’s wrist, feeling the steady pulse there. A grounding beat I could lose myself in... I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. I’d broken the world wide open, tore down the blood-soaked throne I was never meant to sit on. But lying here – between the women who held my heart – I knew one thing with a savage, bone-deep certainty. Whatever came next – whatever gods or monsters rose from the ruins – they would never take them from me.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.