Romantic Fantasy Novels & Stories

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

I was actually enjoying it. She said she was only focused on the romance genre, but she loved to explore different sub-genres of it. The one I was currently reading was a medieval fantasy romance, featuring vampires, faeries, witches and werewolves. From the way it was going, I could tell that more creatures would be introduced, and I could not wait to find out. She seemed to have a fascination with the supernatural. I have imagined her reactions so many times when she will find out that werewolves actually existed, and everything I have been telling her was true.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

he said simply before stepping back and gesturing for Liam and Penelope to enter. They took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, their hearts pounding in their chest. Inside, they found themselves in what could only be described as a grand chamber of secrets. It was a room that seemed to be trapped in time, with its walls adorned with ancient tapestries and its ceiling decorated with ornate carvings that depicted mythical creatures. The room was dimly lit, with only a few torches flickering in the corners, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and burning incense, making Liam and Penelope feel as though they had been transported to anot

There was nothing warm or romantic about her escapade with Nikjin and so when Erin woke up sometime after their first romp, all she wanted to do was to get the rest of the aphrodisiac’s effect out of her system. He was asleep beside her, looking so peaceful and impossibly gorgeous but she felt no tenderness toward him. All she felt was a strong desire to jump on him and ride him ruthlessly as he had ridden her not too long ago until every last drop of Zokman’s vile potion was completed removed from her body. Only then will she be able to think clearly and plan a way to get out of here after successfully ruining her captor’s political ambitions.

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It didn’t call. It simply waited. Sky’s heart hammered. She couldn’t explain why, but every cell in her recognized it: Someone who had once been hers. But before she could step closer, the world jolted. Light smeared. The ground beneath them fractured. And from the dark rose a low, hate-heavy rumble. “Contact!” Jennifer shouted, drawing her weapon. Creatures erupted from nothing. But these weren’t like before. Not amorphous, faceless distortions— these were nightmares given shape: warriors, mages, beasts, all twisted copies of an old world.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The first day he met her by the river bank that demarcated the Angel and demons kingdom, she was only eighteen years, he fell in love with her at first sight and he knew he had to have her as his but she, upon seeing him screamed and ran away from him. When he saw her again, it was three days later and she was with her sister who looked like a witch and they were returning from the market. He sent his guards to snatch her immediately not even giving her or her sister a chance to scream and since that day he held her as his, never returning her back to her parents. She pleaded with him to let her go but he was adamant and slowly she began to adapt and fell in love with him. When she got pregn