196 Results in the "Fantasy" category
Biography & Memoir (352)
Books Like (1)
Business & Finance (25)
Children’s Fiction (4)
Education & Learning (4)
Fiction (1848)
Health & Wellness (20)
Historical Fiction (375)
Horror (58)
Literary Fiction (460)
Non-Fiction (929)
Novel (181)
Others (1)
Philosophy (54)
Poetry (194)
Politics & History (84)
Posts (7)
Psychology (46)
Romance Novel (164)
Science & Technology (28)
Science Fiction (73)
Self-Help & Personal Development (99)
Thriller / Mystery (529)
Travel & Adventure (2)
True Crime (53)
view (98)
Young Adult (96)
-
Chapter
Chapter 11
Chapter 11 finds Feyre Archeron navigating a turbulent emotional landscape upon her return to the Night Court with Rhysand, its powerful and enigmatic High Lord. Still recovering from the trauma she experienced at Tamlin's court, Feyre feels disconnected from everything around her—her body weakened by her recent ordeals and her mind heavy with the weight of past horrors. Rhysand, with his usual blend of playfulness and deep concern, invites Feyre to share a meal with him, signaling a moment of respite…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 10
Chapter 10 One breath, the study was intact.The next, it was shards of nothing, a shell of a room.None of it had touched me from where I had dropped to the floor, my hands over my head.Tamlin was panting, the ragged breaths almost like sobs.I was shaking—shaking so hard I thought my bones would splinter as the furniture had—but I made myself lower my arms and look at him.There was devastation on that face. And pain. And fear. And grief.Around me, no debris had fallen—as if he had shielded me.Tamlin…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 I paced my room for a good while. Maybe I’d been mistaken when I’d spotted those burns—maybe they’d been there before. Maybe I hadn’t somehow summoned heat and branded the wood. Maybe I hadn’t slid into Lucien’s mind as if I were moving from one room to another. Just as she always did, Alis appeared to help me change for bed. As I sat before the vanity, letting her comb my hair, I cringed at my reflection. The purple beneath my eyes seemed permanent now—my face wan. Even my lips…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 8
Chapter 8 begins with Feyre still processing the emotional weight of her brief, yet significant, time spent with Tamlin. A week has passed since the events that threw her world into turmoil, and the quiet moments that followed have given her little reprieve. The Tithe, a deeply ingrained tradition in the Spring Court, is upon them—a time when all subjects are required to offer their tributes. Tamlin, having been called away to the border, leaves Feyre behind, alone with her swirling thoughts and her…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 7
Chapter 7: War The word clanged through me, freezing my veins.“Don’t invade,” I breathed. I’d get on my knees for this. I’d crawl if I had to. “Don’t invade—please.” Rhys cocked his head, his mouth tightening. “You truly think I’m a monster, even after everything.” “Please,” I gasped out. “They’re defenseless, they won’t stand a chance—” “I’m not going to invade the mortal lands,” he said too quietly. I waited for him to go on, glad for the spacious room,…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Rhysand had mocked me about it once—had asked me while we were Under the Mountain if forcing me to learn how to read would be my personal idea of torture. “No, thank you,” I said, gripping my fork to keep from chucking it at his head. “You’re going to be a High Lord’s wife,” Rhys said. “You’ll be expected to maintain your own correspondences, perhaps even give a speech or two. And the Cauldron knows what else he and Ianthe will deem appropriate for you. Make menus for dinner…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 I shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form. But there he was. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He angled his head, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 A few days before the wedding ceremony, guests began arriving, and I was grateful that I’d never be High Lady, never be Tamlin’s equal in responsibility and power. A small, forgotten part of me roared and screamed at that, but … Dinner after dinner, luncheons and picnics and hunts. I was introduced and passed around, and my face hurt from the smile I kept plastered there day and night. I began looking forward to the wedding just knowing that once it was over, I wouldn’t have to be…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 3
Chapter 3 begins with Feyre's growing sense of isolation as she finds herself separated from Tamlin, who has remained absent for an extended period. Her curiosity leads her to accept Lucien's invitation to visit a nearby village, marking her first chance to venture outside the walls of the Spring Court after being confined for more than a month. Feyre, feeling the weight of the restrictions placed on her, eagerly agrees, despite Tamlin's cautious and increasingly protective nature, which has intensified…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 2
Chapter 2 “I want to go.” “No.” I crossed my arms, tucking my tattooed hand under my right bicep, and spread my feet slightly further apart on the dirt floor of the stables. “It’s been three months. Nothing’s happened, and the village isn’t even five miles—” “No.” The midmorning sun streaming through the stable doors burnished Tamlin’s golden hair as he finished buckling the bandolier of daggers across his chest. His face—ruggedly handsome, exactly as I’d dreamed it during…-
905.4 K • Ongoing
-
- Previous 1 … 18 19 20 Next
