Fantasy Books for Women
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Analia's peculiar wolf
Blurb Analia De'Nille was a very peculiar child right from birth. She was given birth to on a still night. Even after just coming into the world, the baby did not let out a single cry. She blinked and opened her eyes, and the midwife saw shocking grey eyes that resembled a storm for a newborn to have. The baby looked up at the woman with too clear eyes, sighed, and went back to sleep content. It did not seem like this child was going to live a normal life. Everything about her was far from normal. On her first birthday, she spoke her first words, to the shock of her parents. "war" She continued to play with her presents even as she kept repeating the word that strikes fear into most. Her mom, the ever-worrying parent, carried her and tried to coax the child into explaining. In her fear and shock, she completely forgot that it was not normal for a child at that age to say words, much less full sentences. Her parents tried to understand the enigma their daughter was, but to no avail. Six months before her second birthday, she got up from the blocks of toys she had arranged as armies on the floor of her nursery and moved to pick up the block at the other end of the room. No one was there to see her do what should have been impossible at that age, but on her second birthday, she walked again to a cup of punch that was on the table right beside the big happy second birthday cake. Her parents, shocked again by another impossible feat but not all that surprised, began to try to explain what happened to the guest. The excuse was that she was just a very fast developer. That seemed to ease their minds, but her parents were still concerned. Years later, after several abnormal incidences, her parents finally came to terms with the fact that their painstakingly beautiful daughter, with her deep red hair that looked scarlet in particular light and stormy grey eyes, was not normal. She was special. But they were at a loss for what to do. When she was 10 years old, she woke up in the night screaming and thrashing on the bed, fighting off whatever she was dreaming about. Her mother rushed to her room in panic, and when she looked at the child, she knew what she had to do./0/21325/coverorgin.jpg?v=37a996f659d991eea3cdeebd35698f3f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hunter and the Dragon
10 years ago, her village was caught in the Great War. Many people in her home were slaughtered, simply because they worshipped the dragons, and thus were seen as enemies of humanity. Mylene was the only survivor of her village. The people who destroyed her home were hailed as heroes, but she knew the truth, and she was going to expose it. All she needs is a little help along the way, especially ones with a magical touch./0/51361/coverorgin.jpg?v=a78cb0d827dcf6ca7eea6dc9337f2a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE SUNDERING
TWO QUEENS. TWO WORLDS. ONE WAR IMPENDING BETWEEN THEM. In a realm gleaming with perpetual light, there is a portal to the world’s mirror land. Sebastian of Zelal, the Queen Regent’s Assassin, knows the stories. He always believed they were a lie. He's about to find out for certain. The Regent wants full control, even at the expense of her son, who has yet to ascend the throne. Sebastian is given the mission to find the portal and get to its other side. Retrieving the Regent’s sister, he must leave his future bride and wander into lands unknown, not knowing if he will live or die. In doing so, perhaps the Regent will gain the glory she desires. The queen’s sister isn't what she seems to be, and neither are the inhabitants of the mirroring land. Sebastian fears that all he bypassed as night-time tales is true. Who are the Ancients, and what will happen to him, and the two realms should they arrive? He hopes never to find out. Time is ticking. The second gate is waiting to open, with fiendish powers and monstrous things fighting him along the way. War is coming. Goddess forbid the two queens should have their way. Light unto darkness, and darkness unto light… what is mortal man against a force as old as humanity?/0/86403/coverorgin.jpg?v=c836164e6f3fd771a23bd99f5db0165a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mermaid He Sold Away
I was Lot 734. A living, breathing mermaid, displayed in a massive tank, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. In the front row, watching it all, was Dr. Aris Thorne, the man who had promised me forever on a hidden beach, the man I had loved with my whole being. His colleagues had surrounded my secret cove with nets the day after he discovered my tail; he stood by, silently allowing my capture. He called me a "scientific anomaly," a "new species," transforming me from his beloved Lyra into a specimen for his research facility, where I was poked, prodded, and drained. His fiancée, Isabelle, delighted in tormenting me, kicking away my food, tapping on my tank, her laughter echoing his betrayal as he stood by, silent and complicit. I tried to tell him that she had sabotaged my tank, almost suffocating me, but he simply believed her tears over my frantic gasps. When he ripped my precious scales from my bleeding palm, claiming it was to "prevent contamination," I knew the man I loved was truly gone. My pain was just data points on his tablet as he watched Isabelle douse me in burning sterilization agents. He then sedated me, turning me into a docile object for auction, a car ready to be sold. I tried to fight back, unleashing a burst of raw power, shattering Isabelle's glass. He reacted by electrocuting me, then draining my tank, letting me suffocate on the dry concrete. Loathing in his eyes, he hissed, "If you try anything like that again, I will make sure you arrive at your new owner's home in pieces." Then, through my pain, a sharp voice cut through the haze: "Let's see the merchandise." The buyer's representative dismissed my "damaged" scales, demanding one more spectacle: "He wants to see her cry pearls. Make it happen." My last flicker of hope died when Aris, his voice flat, agreed./0/50579/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb79feb96d19a1f69c8ed664db3f5354&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Of Mr. Arres
"Stop pestering me Lauren, if you don't want to be hurt face to face remember this is my house" I lost my temper with her This bish, even if my husband and I have sex, he still has no right to hurt and yell at me, ever since I woke up from this body, I really run out of patience with him "You're only married on paper, remember that Carina" He smiled at me I kept quiet here in the garden when he approached me to disturb me "You don't care Lauren, what if we're married on paper, Find my pake.. If you don't stop, I'll make sure to smash the cup in your face" I'm very angry I have short tempered, I wasn't like this before but when I was in the body of this woman I became like this, I often get angry " Ohh really? Why don't you do that " I saw shion far away from here My eyebrows met even more Ahh, I think this girl is challenging me, she thinks I'm still Carina, well sorry, she's mistaken, she's against someone like me I know shion is just listening and watching saamin so it's fun I took the cup that was on the table while there was still some tea and faced him "Do you really think I can't do this? Gosh, Lauren, you don't know me very well, so be careful with every word you say," I said with a smile as he raised his eyebrows. I have no doubt that the cup was thrown at him and he screamed because the tea that was served was still hot "What the hell is wrong with you Carina" I grinned even more when Shion finally came out "B-Babe! she poured coffee on me! b-babe it's still hot" she said with tears in her eyes so I rolled my eyes because of her so much kindness " a-are you okay? " My eyes hurt even more because of them, shion turned to me I raised my eyebrows and looked at him and took the book I was reading "What the fvck is wrong with you?" he was angry with me so I looked at him with no use, I approached him and looked him in the eyes "Teach your girlfriend to stay away and leave me if I can't keep up with her, I'll make sure that's not all I'll do to her, remember that Shion, especially Lauren" I said without emotion to her and walked away immediately, I turned my back on them " CELINE! " I shouted while walking, Celine immediately came out "What is that, lady?" He politely said to me "Bring me snack in my room, put it on the veranda ASAP" I told him coldly and he nodded "I'll follow you, lady" he left Tsk, I thought today would be a good day.. I was wrong/0/82336/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba63b1c167d39b6555a1e8d756afee77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Colonel's Daughter's Revenge
My stepmother, Eleanor, was about to ruin my life again, just like before. A cream-colored envelope, sealed with the Vanderbilt crest, landed on our mahogany table like a death sentence. This was it: the nightmare I' d already lived once, revisited. Eleanor' s eyes gleamed as she declared the Vanderbilts wanted an 'alliance' – a marriage for one of us Miller girls. I knew exactly what that meant: I was to be sold off to a powerful dynasty, just like in my previous life. My father, Colonel Miller, was a hero overseas, out of reach, leaving no one to stop Eleanor. They paraded my stepsister, Brie, first. But when she inevitably feigned illness, Eleanor' s gaze landed on me. My stepfamily, always eager to exploit my father's name, expected me to be their dutiful pawn, just as I' d been broken and discarded before. They thought I was the same naive girl, easily manipulated and ready to sacrifice. They were clueless about the searing memories, the clear roadmap of their treachery, I carried. But this time, things would be different. This wasn' t surrender; it was the first move in my own calculated game. I wouldn' t just endure their schemes. I would fight. My foreknowledge was my ultimate weapon, and the game had just begun./0/41506/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed31429d8d42bdd4b0506d467d5b9df3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tome of Eternity
"The Tome of Eternity" is a captivating tale set in America a thousand years ago. It follows the Johnson family who stumble upon a mystical book that holds the promise of power, greatness, and immortality. Each night, the book whispers its secrets to different family members, with their daughter Emily receiving the loudest and most enticing whispers. As the family delves deeper into the book's enchantments, they discover that immortality comes with a hidden task, slowly unveiled as the story unfolds. Meanwhile, two witches named Lorelai and Justin are on their trail, seeking to obtain the book's power for themselves. The siblings use their magical abilities to track the book, creating a sense of urgency and impending danger./0/54021/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flame Mistress
She was one of the most powerful beings on the continent. They were called the Yther's Queen. There are four queens who have the power to control elements. Sollel, the art, is the mistress of flames. She loved the human but then the human betrayed her as well as the others. They tortured her and collected her blood to make a good weapon by mixing her blood into it. It was a great story about a queen who was seeking revenge against the humans who betrayed them./0/82649/coverorgin.jpg?v=6503eaa6a09292b622965ee25535f2c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows, Broken Lives
Our trip to the San Juan Islands was supposed to save my marriage. I loved Chloe completely, even sacrificing a kidney for her years ago. This getaway, she promised, was just for us. But onshore, her icy betrayal began. She smashed my satellite phone, threw my wallet in the water, and watched Marcus pour my vital kidney medication into the sea. "Liam needs this baby," she hissed. "You were always a complication." They left me to die, stranded on that desolate island. I died that night, alone. I awoke a ghost, trapped as an unseen witness. Liam usurped my life, claiming my kidney donation and moving into my home. He poisoned Chloe's mind, convincing her I'd abandoned them. He brutally killed our dog, Buddy. When my remains were found and my ashes offered, Chloe-believing it my cruel trick-tragically trampled them. My love, my sacrifice, my very existence erased, twisted into lies. As a silent, raging specter, I endured her profound delusion, unable to shatter Liam' s lies. This desecration of my memory was a death beyond physical pain. Yet, hope unexpectedly flickered. Months later, our son, Leo, fell gravely ill. At the hospital, Chloe overheard doctors detailing my kidney donation and my missed medical appointments. The chilling truth of Liam' s lies, and my sacrifice, finally shattered her reality. The true horror had just begun./0/60435/coverorgin.jpg?v=27ef9bb9be105f16ef348145f2edb594&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love In Cold Blood
INTRO I hugged him tight assuring him I meant what I said. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I gave a slight wave to my brother and my boyfriend. Their eyes widened when they realized what I planned to do. Just as he started to pull away from the hug I tightened my grip and pulled him as I fell back from the cliff. The realization that I am going to die with the person I hate the most in this world. Sent a wave of emotions through me like a strike of lightning and the only thing I could do was close my eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DIARY ENTRY- Do you ever wonder what it's like? when a sharp object meets the human skin in a way that doesn't harm it. A way that's just to test if you could feel something. To feel anything other than that feeling of rejection, depression, anger, and sorrow. The feeling that maybe somewhere out there you belong. That someone out there cares about your existence. That maybe even you care about your existence. That you're... not alone. I know what it's like. I've taken that sharp object. Any sharp object. Sometimes a kitchen blade, sometimes a glass bottle I've shattered to pieces. That sharp object caresses parts of the skin on my arms slowly. Yet I feel no different. It stings for just a split second then the blood pools from the cuts left behind. I've been doing it since age twelve after being raped and going through the process of no one believing me and shower after shower trying to wash away... trying to wash away the feeling of utter disgust. Trying to take back my body with soap, water, and a pouf. Just like a tattoo that feeling of... feeling like waste after your stepfather has had a long night doing whatever he wanted to u sticks. It's permanent. And in his words... you are his and only his. You are permanently his toy. I thought living was hard as hell but so is dying. Sixteen failed suicide attempts. Back to square one. Living a nightmare you can't die or wake up from is all there is in my world. Welcome to hell. -Sky ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/0/62156/coverorgin.jpg?v=f24073f933da35cccf390dfa90d52171&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY POISONED WINGS
"Your purpose Chamuel is to protect Gemma with your life. The day she dies, you perish." Satan declares happily. Chamuel, a powerful supernatural being, was banished from heaven and stripped of his powers. Satan cruelly declared that Chamuel must protect Gemma with his life, or he would perish and forever remain useless. Gemma holds the key to Chamuel's supernatural abilities, but the more he accesses her, the more gigantic confrontation with death she gets until she eventually dies. Read on to find out!/0/82806/coverorgin.jpg?v=a78f15f7f9f0a409853aec38837573e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Soul Reclaimed: My Vengeance Begins Now
My life as Sarah was idyllic, a tapestry woven with threads of deep affection for my husband, Mark. On our anniversary, he brought home an adorable rescue Greyhound, Lucky, a seemingly innocent gesture of enduring love that I cherished. Yet, a simple locket and a familiar silver bracelet plunged me into an unimaginable horror. One moment, I was me; the next, I awoke in Lucky' s lean, furry body. From that terrifying dog' s perspective, I overheard my husband, Mark, confessing his monstrous conspiracy with his sister, Chloe: they engineered a soul swap, placing his dead ex-fiancée, Olivia, into my body, to eventually bear her long-lost son, Ethan. Trapped and voiceless as Lucky, I helplessly endured my own planned "euthanasia" at the vet, then returned home to relentless, malicious torment by Olivia, who reveled in shredding my cherished possessions and defiling our home. Mark, meanwhile, dismissed my every desperate whimper, while Chloe masterfully gaslit my growing terror, blind to the true evil brewing beneath their smiles. The man I adored, my best friend, their insidious plot to use me, not just for Olivia's reincarnation, but as a breeding vessel for a child that wasn't even his, all while coveting my family's immense fortune. The profound, unimaginable betrayal morphed my terror into a chilling, unbreakable resolve. But then, a flash of searing light. I bolted upright in my own bed, in my own body, gasping for breath. The scent of home filled my lungs, and beside me, Mark stood, a leash in hand, with Lucky at his side. I was back. On the very cursed day it all began. This time, I wouldn't just be a victim; I would dismantle their world, piece by agonizing piece./0/42289/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb7f11a14c810ac312fa38ce9dd22986&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Azian Prince of Dragon's book 1
Ten thousand years have past since the Megalos-Machi (great battle) between the Dragon kind and the remnants of The Level World. The dragon kind have long been proved extinct and the world has moved on into a new age. However deep in the Ignere forest they awake, they breed, they learn to fight, growing by the thousands waiting for the birth of their prince. A golden dragon. Heir to the throne. At his birth the nations will fall. No one could stand against him...well that's until he is taken and led far away from this world to ours. Here he discovers he is the most powerful being in the universe. However, he is at the mercy of one thing. A human. His mate. Book 1, in the Azian Triology./0/25081/coverorgin.jpg?v=9baec17fb6ec40d33342a74bc8ca35fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen Of The Underworld
You've heard the Greek mythology story about Hades and Persephone. Well, here's a different version: Korey 'Persephone' Jones was one of the best florists in town. At 24 she is working for the best flower shop in town stumbles upon a cave to a whole new world. After being employed by Wade Wilson, not everything is as it seems, Korey discovers the terrifying truth that her parents kept her from, Hades. Will she run away, or will she face the truth?/1/113468/coverorgin.jpg?v=ddb3061e60f0e932508f84c4eefd50be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sorry, I'm Just a Weak Little Vampire
Genevieve already died once. A silver stake. A half-blood's betrayal. Never again. She wakes up three years before the prophecy. Her power is intact. Her knowledge is complete. She could destroy everyone who wronged her. But that sounds like effort. So instead, she plays weak. She trips. She cries. She hides under desks. She tells everyone: "Sorry, I'm just a weak little vampire." Let Rosalie and her cheat system think they're winning. Let them steal the glory. Genevieve just wants to nap and eat blood pudding. Too bad no one believes her. Now the students are torn between mocking her and idolizing her. Rosalie's system is crashing. And Genevieve's "useless" act is accidentally building a legend she never wanted. She just wanted to be trash. Why won't anyone let her?/0/25707/coverorgin.jpg?v=067092d844bb0d6f0f3dca4ecbf7f2d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Life and Death Mission system
Having been betrayed by her boyfriend on a mission, Mercy Lin decides to end both their lives. She finds herself in the Zen continent, but it ends shortly when she unknowingly finish her first mission and is swept in a Vortex to a different era. With this, she finds herself on a roller-coaster of missions set for her by a system she doesn't understand. she finds herself in different worlds each time on a mission to redeem her life in the 21st century. She discovered through the system that she was not dead in her real life but in a coma. To come back to life, she had to complete the given missions in different eras. Some of the experiences are happy and some sad. She is fated with true friends in each mission. Will she survive and make it back to her life? Join me in the adventure. ************** Cover not mine, all credit goes to the owner, would take it down if they want./0/28210/coverorgin.jpg?v=55eec7bd8c6ddef6ed23f46ede30247b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WANTING MORE
Wanting more Abby💕 My tits sway back and forth, and I thank God I have small ones, or they’d be damn near slapping me in the face. The guy behind me—I can’t remember his name at the moment—grunts his way through pounding into my pussy. His hands dig into my hips and sweat drips onto my back. My walls clench around his hard cock, but it still isn’t enough. I need more. My stomach starts cramping and sweat—not from the sex itself, but from the insistent need for release—forms on my brow. Fisting the sheets in my hands, I ram my hips back to meet his relentless thrusts. Looking over my shoulder, I growl, “Either fuck me harder or get the hell out so I can find someone to do it for me.” The hands on my hips tighten, and I know it’ll leave a mark later. I don’t care. I just need this guy to get the job done before the pain takes over. “Fuck, babe,” he groans. “I fuck you any harder, I’ll plow you into the mattress.” “Just do it,” I hiss. “Jesus,” he grunts, but does as he’s told and slams his hip bones into my ass as he pumps into me forcefully. I straighten my arms when his thrusts push my body forward. A blissful sigh leaves my lips, followed by a low moan when he finally hits the spot I need him to. My fingers start to tingle from lack of circulation, so I unwrap them from the sheet. My body starts to quiver with the first ripple of my orgasm. I close my eyes, and tiny sparks of light shoot behind my lids as the cramps in my stomach turn to flutters of delight. I lower my arms and lay my head against the cool sheets as immense pleasure takes over my body. The guy behind me still pounds away, jerking my hips back to him. I pay him no mind, content to just lay here and let him have at it. I got what I needed from him, it’s only fair that he reaches his peak as well. Several minutes pass before he grunts and stiffens behind me. He releases my hips, and I immediately drop to the bed. He falls down beside me with his arm thrown over his eyes, breathing heavily. Now that my brain is functioning properly again, his name comes back to me in a flash Matt. Matt was my lifesaver for the night. As appreciative as I am of him, I really need him to go now; I don’t like it when they linger. I may need sex from men on a daily basis to keep my sanity, but I don’t let them stay afterwards. I don’t do relationships. I know I’m a bitch—using men for sex and discarding them—but I have a damn good reason. I roll to my side and get out of bed. I bend with my ass facing Matt to pick up his clothes to toss at him. I lost my modesty a long time ago, and if it wasn’t for my job, or the fact I would get arrested for indecent exposure, I’d never wear clothes. It would make things so much easier when the need took hold. During the day I’m fine, but by the time evening rolls around, the urge grips me tight and leaves me in a near panicked state. I came so close to having an anxiety attack tonight. I thought I would have to call my friend, Nathan, to come rescue me. Luckily, Matt showed up and caught my eye at the perfect time. And here we are now, an hour later, with him still lying on my bed, and me standing with my hands on my hips, glaring at him. He didn’t take the hint when his clothes landed on his stomach, so it looks like I’m going to have to be blunter. I reach out with a foot and nudge his leg. “Hey, it’s time to go.” His arm moves, showing off sleepy, plain brown eyes. “Can’t you give a guy a minute to recover?” he mutters. “No. I need you to leave right now,” I tell him. I spy my panties on the floor and pick them up to slip up my hips. I’m exhausted, and want nothing more than to sleep. A niggle of guilt tries to worm its way in with how I’m treating this guy, but I push it back. I’ve learned the hard way over the years that in order to keep my inner emotions intact, I’d have to build a steel wall around myself. I hate being a bitch, but it’s the only way to protect myself. Only a handful of people know the real me. Matt grumbles as he drags himself from the bed. I ignore him and pull on a cami, sans bra. Using the hair tie from my wrist, I pull my thick blonde hair up into a ponytail as I wait for him to finish. I tap my fingers on the doorframe I’m leaning against, while he sits on my bed and pulls on his shoes. It’s normally the guys that are hell-bent on leaving as soon as they are done, but not this guy. He’s taking his sweet time, and it’s grating on my nerves. He finally stands and makes his way over to me. I’m just about to turn around and lead him to the door when he boxes me in by planting his hands on the doorframe on either side of me. “/0/39630/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d2c0c5bb8894adb54724b1cb541a0cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Gates
A story of Adonis and his sister who find themselves in a multiverse world after going into an abandon building in their village. Separated from each other when they land in the new world. Eden finds herself more in a dangerous situation as being hunted down by a wolf which seemed abnormal from an actual wolf. Adonis on his path gets caught in a net trap and is helped by a young and powerful girl. After which he hears her make mention of sending a massage to a princess named Princess Eden. He goes on the mission with her trying to find his sister and return home but yet discovers a lot about the multiverse. A world full of dangerous monsters and mysterious creatures with some humans transforming into venom. Adonis is left to find his sister among all these happenings and also has to make sure he doesn't die before he gets to his sister./0/93914/coverorgin.jpg?v=af0557078a7babe15373db2f8cc15c8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
