Medieval Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

I took a slice of pizza and bit into it, "So, what've you got so far?" "Okay…" Kyle drank from the coke bottle and placed it on the coffee table. He hit a few keys on his keyboard and said, "According to G****e, Medieval literature is any work written in Latin or the vernacular between c. 476-1500 CE, which includes philosophy, religious treaties, legal texts and works of the imagination." I typed the words his spoke into my laptop as he spoke, "So, we start with that before moving to the medieval romance." "Exactly." He looked at me, eating from his pizza slice. "What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?"

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

From the records on Avalor's Kingdom to the ancient legends of the land. "The legend of the Dulein Fairy magic Kingdom," she read on the covers, "The first ancient alliance, The Hidden Magic..." The books passed her fingers till she reached one large red book with golden letters in the front. "The Journey of the Ancient Dragon." The first page was a detailed map of the land of Cretia, the world they inhabited. Filled with three main races, dragons, witches, and fairies.

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

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.

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

He plopped them down in my lap. They smelled musty and looked ancient. I opened the top one: vellum pages, elaborate hand-inked script, illuminated pictures- it looked like a medieval grimoire. I read their faded spines: “'THE SECRETIVE HISTORIE OFE DAEMONS AND FEY, bye LORD SAMMAEL MALKIRA.' 'An Inquiry Into the Heavenly Spheres; or, the Spiritual Realms: A Treatise by Dr. Mephistopheles.' 'The Idiot's Guide to Hell- by Aym the Disgruntled, upon Threat of Blackmail by Samael the Git.” I looked at him questioningly, holding the first one. “You wrote this? The handwriting's indecipherable,” I observed, examining the spidery script, “and apparently you have no idea what a dictionary is.

Patrick, Dominic's beta, had taken his leave and quickly exited the place before Dominic could call him out for his mistake. Now, fryege carefully pulled out the book from his bag as if it was made of porcelain and held it in his hands. It was an ancient book with a large hardcover and its pages yellowed and delicate. Freyge showed his asset proudly to the mage who could only stare at the book in shock. “Where did you get that?” Looking at the book, he walked near and flipped a few pages carefully, not quite believing his eyes. It held information on curses, potions, and hexes along with ingredients, where to find them, the brewing process, and a lot more.

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.