A Call To Arms: Book Novels & Stories

came the voice of Frank as he walked to one of the shelves. "Really?" Arianna said surprised and excited. "Yes," the man said, picking an old book and hobbling back towards her. "Here it is" Arianna looked at the book. It was Old and dusty, "What's this?" "it's called the summoning book" Frank said with a smile. Arianna looked confused. "I don't understand" "You said, you wanted a guardian to do you're most heart desired wish, you can summon one" his voice sounded like he was joking.

In the end, I rejected the call. Right now, I didn’t want to deal with him. I already had enough on my plate, and I wasn’t going to entertain his call unless he was ready to acknowledge my side of the story. If he wasn’t willing to address the way he dismissed me or the unfairness of his actions, I saw no reason to engage in another pointless conversation. However, he was persistent; he kept calling and calling, and I hated how I couldn’t block him. In the end, I let out a sigh and finally answered the call.

I had barely set my phone aside when Ross Jenner called. "Jennifer, are you done throwing your tantrum? We invited you and Diana to Fellaton with good intentions. You're late, and I'll let that slide, but why did you leave that comment on my Twitter? My siblings came all the way from Bulgoria to welcome you, and Laurel even prepared a home-cooked meal for you even though she's sick." I listened to his angry words in silence, my heart completely dead at that moment as I looked at my mother's body.

My mother kept calling me while I was on a stakeout. I had been hiding inside a van, watching the suspects for six hours. Then my phone screen suddenly lit up. The ringtone shattered the silence. I panicked and tried to put it on silent, but I accidentally hit the speaker button. A faint sound came from the phone. I felt terribly guilty and embarrassed. If we alerted the suspect, our entire operation tonight would be ruined. Captain Derek glanced over and saw that it was my mother calling. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic. Go take the call. Ethan and I will keep watch." Ethan frowned and quietly warned me, "Be careful. Don't give away our position." I gave them a grateful look bef

“And how is that my business? Tell me why you haven’t delivered the black book as promised.” Calla coughed, spitting blood onto the rocks. Her body trembled from exhaustion and pain. “Now that the palace is divided by war, it’s the best time,” Tyson continued, stepping closer. “The elders are distracted. The factions are fighting each other. Bring me the book, Calla. Or I swear I’ll make sure you and everyone you love regret it.” Calla looked up at him, eyes glassy but still defiant. She didn’t answer. The waterfall roared beside them, drowning out everything except the sound of her ragged breathing and the growing darkness at the edge of her vision.

is calling. END OF VOLUME 2

Blood Oaths and Ancient Bonds. He wasn't sending me gifts. He was sending me homework. He was training his pawn. My hand, my good hand, closed over the hilt of the dagger. The grip was perfect. It was balanced. It felt... right. "Miss..." Wendy whispered. "He's playing a game, Wendy," I said, my voice low. I looked at the books. I looked at the knife. "But he's not just training his pawn. He's arming his enemy." I sat down, the dagger in my lap, and pulled the first book toward me. Pack Law and Governance.

His thumb hovered like maybe one more press would unlock something. But there was nothing. Just the words. " When you go rome, you act like that Romans. Will Roman join or rebel"?. Kael leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching him. He hadn’t spoken for a long time. Finally he said, low and steady, “It’s bait.” Riven snapped his head up. “Don’t start with that. It’s not bait. It’s proof. Proof he’s alive—”

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE “Send the call,” Graham said, his voice sharp enough to cut through the cold night air. “Every ally, every pack leader, every warrior who owes us a debt. Tonight.” Ronald didn’t hesitate. He pulled the signal horn from his belt and gave a single long blast that rolled through the camp like thunder. Wolves lifted their heads to the sound, ears twitching, hearts quickening. The cry of war had begun. I stood near the council fire, my hands pressed against the small swell of my stomach. Flames snapped high into the sky, sparks rising like stars breaking free. Graham turned to me, his eyes fierce, his shoulders squared with the weight of a decision he’d tried t

Roman wasn’t him—too guarded, too hard—but the pull was sharper, deeper, and it scared her how much she wanted to lean into it, see how far it’d go. “Claim,” she echoed, soft, her voice trembling just a hair, and she hated it—hated how he heard it, how his eyes softened, flickered with something raw. “Nobody owns me.” But her hand moved, slow, brushing his arm—her skin on his, warm and rough—and her breath snagged, a quick jolt sparking through her, making her want to grab his coat, pull him down, taste that rough mouth she’d been staring at too long.