A Call To Arms: Book Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare call him dead." Kael turns back to me slowly, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear the grinding of his teeth. “You dare—” He grabs my arm in a vice grip and twists it, not enough to physically break the bone, but enough to deliver a sharp, punishing sting. “You may share my royal bloodline, but you have no right to strike your King or your superior.” “Then maybe you should stop talking like a weak king who has already buried his people,” I spit back, pulling my arm free with a furious yank. “And stop talking like a coward who thinks running is the only option!”

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did.

I hugged myself, afraid of what might happen. War is the worst thing that can happen to a country. War is more lethal than a plague. For someone like me who had just experienced a war between immortals and demons, it was too difficult for me. Let's just say that I do have experience with things like this, but no one wants to experience a war. No country likes war. Stefano and I only turned to the door because it opened and we saw a sentinel covered in blood and holding a sword. "Lord Stefano, we are surrounded by demons. Armageddon is no longer safe, you need to evacuate to Ale's safe place—Miss Ales!" He shouted I don't know if it was an order or a suggestion.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND MAY BE TROUBLESOME TO SOME READERS. READ AT OWN RISK ************************************************************************************************************* Evelyn POV Kade’s cell phone began to ring just as Ricci walked towards Aaron’s unconscious body. Without glancing my way, Kade told Ricci he needed to take the call. Ricci responded with a simple wave of his hand. “What do you want to know?” I cried as Ricci took out his knife.

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Despite feeling weirded out, Red continued. Address. Red sorts through the information or lack of in the document. St. John 13th street… That’s a bit far… but it’s the closest lead I’ll get. Goddamit Dale, what happened to you… and why the fuck didn’t you leave me my money! Red goes to their stock room and takes out a .22 revolver and 12 bullets. She takes a switchblade and a derringer that can hold two shots. Just in case… Now… let’s get that bread.

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim