Steampunk Literature Novels & Stories

The "War of the Realms" was a sensory apocalypse. As the genre-portals opened, the "Unmapped" North was flooded by the "Biological Trash" of a hundred dead universes. A legion of steampunk automatons from Sector 7 crashed into the "Genesis Legion" warriors. A swarm of eldritch horrors from Sector 2 began to "Eat" the violet lilies, turning the courtyard into a landscape of grey, writhing tentacles. The air was a chaotic mess of scents—ozone, steam, rotting flesh, and the overwhelming, synthetic smell of "Narrative Desperation."

“I’m talking to the guy who wrote the Ruffpunk series on Wednesday.” “I haven’t read that,” Saxon says. “I have,” Kip tells him. “You’d love it. It’s a historical fantasy set in a Tudor steampunk world, where Shakespeare invents a new form of magic using poetry and casts spells with his words. It’s fantastic, and it’s won loads of awards. It’s quite a coup to get the author on.” “I’ll definitely listen in,” Saxon says. “I’d like to read that.” “She did an AMA on Reddit,” Kip says. “She had so many questions.”

It was soft at first, then steadier, soaking the ground and dusting the leaves with glistening droplets. Jed sat on his front porch, unfazed by the weather. A loosely tied robe hung open just enough to reveal the outline of his chest and the waistband of his briefs beneath. Steam curled lazily from the coffee mug beside him on the small table, while an open book rested untouched on his lap. He wasn’t reading anymore.

“And Evelyn? Wear whatever makes you feel like the filthy little obsession you are.” I left his office on unsteady legs, my thighs were filled with dried juice while I clutched the leather book like a dirty secret.That night in my dorm, I read the marked passages slowly, touching myself the entire time. The words blurred with my own fantasies, his fingers, his voice and the way he had commanded my orgasm like he already owned it.

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

Carter pushed off the counter and strolled toward your table, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Research, huh? What’s the topic?” You exchanged a glance with Fatimah before answering. “Eighteenth-century literature. We’re comparing the works of Voltaire and Rousseau.” Ms. Carter’s eyebrows arched, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Ambitious. And here I thought students only came to the library to nap or flirt.” Fatimah laughed, a warm, infectious sound that made you grin. “We’re trying to be productive,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced herself.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

“Is this really the library?” Maxill pointed this out at Chastine. He happened to be familiar with the urban environment. “Why, what’s wrong about it?” Juste was innocently curious at Chastine and Maxill's behavior towards the edifice in front of them. Chastine mulled over their current situation on whether they would step inside the unconventional book building or not. She told to Juste, “Libraries don’t usually look like these...” “Hello there!” There was suddenly a tall man with a steampunk suit and an over-the-top top hat who sneaked up behind them.