Science Fantasy Novels & Stories

Magick Sunrise (Book Three of the Magick Series) Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance/Vacation Romance Caleb Brennan is just looking for a ticket to something bigger. When his boss puts pressure on him to catch the next great story, he didn’t anticipate his saving grace might come in the form of a stunning woman practicing bizarre acts in the darkness. Drawn to her and this fantastic realm he is determined to prove is a trick, he tries to get closer.

Maera “Congrats Maera, you're carrying the Alpha's pub,” the pack's witch told me. Asta was the witch of our pack. Ulfsang(Wolf Song) was a small pack of shifters that lived on the northern side of the realm. She was called a witch because people believed she could cast spells and turn people into squirrels.

He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her. "And what do you suggest, Mr. Sanders? Are you a fan of fantasy?" Amara's voice carried a hint of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest. A nostalgic smile crept on the man’s face, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

Chapter Thirty-Five. Anastasia's POV. The more seconds that passes by, the more I wish Sebastian Hunter has started explaining stuffs to me. This is exactly what is called fantasy come true. It feels like a dream to me, but this time, I don't want to wake. Furthermore, I want this to be true. I want it real that Vampires actually exist. That Hunters, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards actually exist. Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through.

At this level, civilizations could alter planar laws, manipulate causality, and even create entirely new universes from nothing. Their immense domains required communication networks and data stations within the Fantasy Dimension, storing civilization data in high-dimensional spaces for instantaneous access. Due to the Infinite Space-Time rules of the Fantasy Dimension, locating an adversary’s information space was virtually impossible. “The Aslant Civilization is gone, but their data archive remains intact… and now, it’s all mine!” Logo chuckled foolishly. Lombart glimpsed this through the rearview mirror, muttering to himself: “Looks like I need to prepare a psychologist for the young mast

“There is another, just like us. Hybrids with elemental gifts. Millicent killed them and absorbed their power. There aren’t many of us left. We need to unite and rid the world of her once and for all.” “That was an excellent speech, but this is a dream, and I’m projecting.” Ellie nods her head at me. “If Millicent kills the rest of us. If she gets our powers, she will be unstoppable. The world will descend into darkness under her reign.” I breathe heavily, worrying that this dream may be a vision. “Come with me,” Ellie says, grabbing my hand. Her hand is so cold for someone who looks warm. “Syna Henni,” she says. My surroundings become clear.

Had she been spread out on the chaise, just so? Did she know the man was watching her? Did she fantasize that he would move slowly toward her and then press his hands on her breasts, her belly, trail fingertips down her until he cupped her sex, finding her wet and wanton, turned on by nothing more than the direction of her own thoughts? Chloe's body quivered, as if she could make the fantasy her own. With a little smile, she dropped the book and stood up from the bed. Time to make dinner, Chloe thought as she put the book away and headed for the kitchen. As she took out the pot from the drawer, she was halted by a knock on the door.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon