Strong Female Lead Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

“It's me, angel. L is currently sleeping. You look very beautiful sleeping, especially when you hold me tight. I kiss your chest. '' It's just that I was dreaming about five too handsome men. He raises an eyebrow. '' Serious? And who are these five handsome men, huh? he asks, wrapping his hand around my waist. '' They are strong men and very hot, especially in bed, when they fuck me hard. “He gives me a squeeze. “One of them has a voice so sexy it makes any woman's panties wet. Lorenzo laughs. “Wow, I'm so jealous of those men, especially the one with the sexy voice.

With a yell, he surged forward, shadows binding her wrists for a heartbeat, just long enough to close the distance. She twisted, broke the spell with a hiss, and struck his arm with fire. Leather smoked but held; Nyxios grinned, the pain only fueling his ferocity. As the fight became harder, Nyxios’ smile grew. On the periphery, Thalana wound her whip through Lysandra’s defenses, scoring more hits. Lysandra’s magic was trickier, built for stealth. Each time Thalana pinned her, Lysandra shifted positions, trying to flank the archivist and go for the kill. But Thalana anticipated, always one step ahead, her whip controlling the tempo.

"Let's see what we're working with." Panic flares in my chest, sharp and bright. I try to twist away, but there are hands everywhere…on my shoulders, my arms, my waist. They lift me up effortlessly. I’m weightless in their grip. They shove me backward, and my back hits the cold, hard surface of the study table. Books and papers go flying, crashing to the floor in a mess. "Get off me!" I whisper as my pussy beats, but the sound is cut short as hands grab my ankles, yanking my legs apart. There are too many of them. They are strong, fueled by adrenaline

Gods, even that small squeeze sent a hot gush of arousal coating my inner thighs. Focus. You have to focus. But my mind was traitorously loud: Imagine Kai’s thick cock splitting me open right now. Imagine Ryder’s tongue flicking my clit while his fingers curl inside, pressing that spot until I scream. The fantasy hit so vividly I bucked against nothing, hips grinding air. I needed to focus. I needed to find the woman from the parchment—the one who said the Queen who bleeds is the Queen who leads. A soft clink from the vanity snapped my head around. Shadows trailed in my vision—overstimulation turning every edge soft and molten.

He too was equally surprised, for lack of a better word. “I cannot see clearly. I am sorry.” The woman said, seeming gloomy. “Fortune magic is usually under the Lady Salina's realm, and with her still missing, my powers are limited, but they are true fortunes. I am unsure if these events are connected to one big one, or are several different ones...” “You,” Fenryn began, trying not to sound as shocked as he truly was, “you're a Celestial.”

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

Although, I'm guessing they haven't told the alpha because he has not been here to demand I be with his son. I open the book to stop thinking of Damian and just like the previous one, this book illuminates and the pictures form right above the pages. I see a very beautiful woman. Her hair was styled upwards, reaching the stars with her crown of hair. Naked as they were, her skin looked soft to the touch as it glistened with sweat. Thousands of wolves behind her as she stood tall, looking past me. I see a man, with crazy blue eyes and strong shoulders. He tries to attack the beautiful woman but she anticipates his moves and blocks them everytime. This seems to annoy the man and he goes after

Isn't it because she is the female lead in this book that I can't attack her with magic? Can anyone even beat the female lead's power of luck?! F*ck! “Aaarrrgggghhh!” Unfortunately, Sarah was so nimble in dodging my attacks. But still, did the other extras have the same bad luck as me? Or is it just me who keeps experiencing this? This is so unfair! "Damn it. Grab her now." Sarah commands two of her men while she swabs her red hair. "Ack! I'm going to kill you!" I scream while the two men grabbed my shoulders with a strong push and pulled my arms back.

“Serves you right, you bastard. But on a serious note, stay away from Aya. She’s too young.” “I know, I will.” Zyane said in a hoarse whisper before turning to me with a smile."Well, at least I was right about your mate. She is a hell lot stronger than you." "Yeah, I kinda guessed that when I was chained to the wall in the cell opposite to yours," I said, grumpy to have been reminded. I mean, come on! You grow up in a patriarchal society, being reminded every step of the way that you are stronger than women, have more rights than them, and then you suddenly come face to face with someone who defies every rules, breaks all boundaries and makes you fall flat on your face. It takes time to adju