Young Adult Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.” Tatsuya just shook his head, exhaling. “Be careful. Kouji knows this Dante guy, and I’m starting to think they’re mixed up in something. Maybe even a cult. What nineteen-year-old do you know lives in a mansion and drives a Bugatti that isn’t his parents’?” Taiga looks up at that, "what makes you say that? "

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Pushing my body against his, I tried to turn us over on the bed and put myself on top, but he stopped me. — I want you so much, it's painful — he whispered, spreading wet kisses across my neck. — I want you too much. — But I can't do that, not while you're a child. Let's wait. In a month, you'll turn eighteen and become an adult. It won't be easy, this waiting, but we can do it.

The money was placed in her bank account where it joined with the money left to her from her parent's Will, she was a mega-rich eleven-year-old only no one bothered to tell her. Tomorrow was her seventeenth birthday and the five of them were heading out to Saudi Arabia later that morning, Jasmine had invited them all to join her in a huge birthday party for all of them. The other had turned seventeen during the past couple of months, Jasmine herself would be seventeen on the day of her party, Aurora was the youngest and by far the prettiest. She had grown from a dainty pretty child into a stunningly beautiful young woman, her waist-length hair was white blonde, her eyes were deepest blue and

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

Ruby had imagined places like Fantasy for years. Not the cheap versions hidden inside trashy websites or badly written online fantasies, but something deeper. Darker. Elegant. A place where control meant more than rough hands and careless demands. A place where power had rules. Meaning. Intention. Ever since she was nineteen and trembling beneath the palm of her boyfriend during their first clumsy experiment with spanking, something inside her had awakened. Not fear. Not shame. Need.

The alarm clock in my room didn’t just ring; it shrieked. It was 6:00 AM, the start of my final birthday before Selection Day. In Oakhaven, that’s not just a birthday. It’s the day the government decides your entire life. You pass the test, you become a Scholar and live in the high towers. You fail, you work in the mines until your back breaks. I rolled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. My parents were already in the kitchen, their faces pale. They were terrified for me, even if they tried to hide it behind forced smiles and burnt toast.