Medieval Fiction Books Novels & Stories

It was a fate far worse than death for any hunter. In the next minute, she rushed over to where he'd been spotted, pulling the huge mahogany doors that revealed a library. She gasped, mouth wide open, she marveled at the room that held several antiquities and books that spiralled from the bottom to the top in a fancy shelf-like staircase. She walked over to the shelves, running her hand through the books stacked neatly, captivated by the breathtaking ambience she found herself forgetting the reason why she'd come in the first place, picking one that had ‘Medieval vampires and their bane’ as the title.

“We’re not the public, sorella. We’re history.” Her eyes narrow, but after a tense pause, she unlocks a gate and gestures us through. The vault smells of parchment and candle smoke. Scrolls line the shelves like bones in a crypt. And there—beneath a glass case—lies the Codex. A crimson-bound book, the leather embossed with the sigil of a serpent devouring its own tail. I lean closer, tracing the inscription. “Sanguis tradet sanguinem. Blood betrays blood.” A chill runs down my spine.

They all look ancient, worn and tattered, and they smell amazing. For a book lover like me, the whiff of old books is like opium to a drug addict. I want to stop a while and explore the bookshelf, but Lyall is pulling me over to the far end of the room. A faded tapestry hangs from a rail on the wall. On it, there’s some sort of medieval scene, showing a dark forest with thin shafts of starlight shining between the trees. Other than that, there’s nothing. No figures, no focal point, nothing in particular to draw the eye.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat There was a time when heroes roamed between the Four Great Cities. They fought for kingdoms and princesses, and they lived and died by their valour. Or so the stories say. The way the minstrels sing it, everyone had a swashbuckling good time.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

’ The corner of my lips lowered in sadness. ‘Lilith, he told that he hadn’t read that book but saw it once. Maybe the book has clear title as white wolf or something which could tell it is about us’ Irene was right, I asked Adrian to read the side labels of every book carefully, it will be somewhere here. ‘Ok, I am going to that side, meanwhile you check in this area’ Library was big, and my head pounded at the thought of how tough it’s gonna be to find that book. I started from very right of the door and begin skimming the titles.

Sten and Troi would often brought the twin to the tribe which resulted in the flourishing of new buds of love between Sten and Chaerin and Shima and Troi. Having on Jion's chest the head of his wife, they both stared at the large moon in the field and drowning their heartbeats in the loud thrashings of the wild river. Two pumas who went to join them, yawned loudly while placing their heads back to sleep again upon beholding the couple kissing under the glistening moon light. ************************************************************************* -End- Royal Series Books: Medieval Princess Dark Age was the time the war broke out between England's Royals and the barbaric native tribes that

『.+* •ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ• *.+』 "So do Fairytales really exist?" THE AGE OF MYTHICAL BEINGS subsisted long before the medieval Renaissance period. As early as 500 years ago, mankind trusted a certain species of The Mythics. Mages. Sorcerers, the magic wielders. Some as wise and powerful as the Great Merlin himself.

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.

I watched her as she expertly logged the books and placed it on the cart by the section it should be placed on. “It’s The Night of the Holy Grail.” August halted in the middle of turning over an old copy of Don Quixote. I knew that would get her attention. In the weeks I’ve known August, there is nothing she loves more than everything classic and medieval. She quickly flickered her eyes on me before returning to her work.