A Call To Arms: Book Novels & Stories

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

“You think you can accuse me? You think the council will believe the word of a wolf who was exiled, who built an army, who threatens the old ways?” Aria’s hand moved to the new blade at her hip. “I do not need them to believe me. I have the truth. I have the evidence. And I have an army that will follow me to the end of the world.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You made me, Callan. You broke me, exiled me, sent me into the darkness. But you forgot something. The wolves you hunted do not break. They rise. They build. They become something that the darkness cannot touch.”

She hadn’t casted any summoning magic today, and even if she did a summon of that distance would be too hard for her. “Excuse me,” the maid said politely, her voice soft but clear as she stepped forward, offering the book to Ares. “I was told to bring this to you, Miss.” Ares rose from her seat, her hands instinctively reaching for the book. She felt a strange shiver run down her spine as she held it, the familiar weight of it somehow feeling off in her hands now. “Why was it brought to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, unsure of what to make of the situation.

“I have never seen your magic, Eli, and I look forward to witnessing you in battle.” A quick breath escaped Eli’s nose. “You won’t be disappointed. In fact, I will be the one to carry and protect you, Your Highness.” Arth watched as Elicantris raised one hand into the air and called, “Awaken.” White light flashed above her hand, hurting Arth’s eyes that he had to cover them. When the light slowly faded, he uncovered her eyes, only to see an ancient golden book; flaring in white flames. Elicantris smiled, her face shone by the glowing light. “Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …”

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more

Only my call interface remained on the screen, without showing who I contacted. I noticed Jack exhale ever so slightly. My fans shouted in frustration, “What is this? Where’s the full video?” “The organizers said the rest is still being repaired. They can only release this part for now.” “But isn’t it strange? If the car malfunctioned, shouldn’t his first instinct have been to save himself? Why would Lewis make a phone call at a moment like that?” “No one could stay that calm in a speeding, out‑of‑control car—unless he had already given up on living.”

He hasn't been doing so well since he became a student of this school, but at least he could butter it up this semester. He yawned as he took his bag, and he was about to head out when he saw Sybil sitting alone not fat from him, and she's reading from her kindle. He smiled before walking up to her, sitting beside her. "Huh? You!" She faced him. "Yeah...you read books?" He said, taking her kindle to see the title of the book she's reading. ACOTAR... A Court Of Thorns And Roses. "What's wrong with books!" She snatched back the kindle with a glare.

Zarek's security personnel emerged, attempting to intimidate. "You can't stop progress!" one guard barked. Gray Wolf stepped forward. "We defend our ancestors' legacy, our future, and the land's sanctity." Sebastian added, "Your greed won't erase our heritage." Alex distributed flyers outlining environmental and cultural impacts. Villagers shouted slogans, their voices echoing through the valley. Drums pulsed louder, emphasizing defiance. The protest swelled, unyielding. Zarek lay in his lavish bedroom, oblivious to the growing protest. Soft music and dim lighting enveloped him. He was entwined with a beautiful woman, lost in passion.

Lisa did the same, wondering why I had snatched the book from her. "Why did you take the book from me? I was getting to the confession part of the story!" Lisa exclaimed, trying to take the book back, but I refused to give it to her. Being powerless compared to me, she couldn’t take the book from me. "Read something else," I said, walking away from Lisa. I could hear her shouting for me to return the book, but I ignored her. Once in my suite, I threw the book on the bed and ran my hands through my hair.