Alas Babylon Book Romane & Geschichten

Alissa stared up, she thought she could make out books but she couldn't be sure. Luca dialled and someone answered almost immediately. Alissa climbed the small stone steps as he spoke to Blake. She looked at what were indeed books, large leather volumes sat within the walls. Alissa pulled one out and her suspicions were correct. They were the McBayn's pack history, she opened the one she had in her hand before Luca called up to her. “Everyone's fine, come on better go.” She huffed but put the book back.

Taking a deep breath, I stopped a couple of feet away behind Alfonso and yelled at him, "Alfonso, why you have to leave me and let yourself faced that monster's alone!" Alfonso didn't turn his gaze towards me and replied. "You should have stayed where you are Althea!" "What?" I retorted with dismay. "Did you expect me to let you face that monster alone, Alfonso!?" Tears escaped my eyes. I wiped it then stood up beside Alfonso while facing the gigantic monster. I can't believe that a creature exists like this one. Those lifeblood creatures connected to Lorraine at the Dark City were doing their best to create something like this.

He had no choice but to apologise. " Miss Alisha , we had been recording your evil works and good. " After saying that God Elios flipped his hand and took a book from the air. He tossed it towards her while handing over the book to her and when she opened the book , the pages number increased on every second. " This is...." " Your Evil deeds work and it is only increasing !! " " Ohhh!!" She was embarrassed when she saw the page was increasing every then and now. Which meant that there was no end to her evil deeds .

I found Elaine that night in the library. I had picked up one of the books on supernatural history that my father Axel had collected before he died—the dark-covered volume that no one ever touched because the print was small and the text was a mixture of three different dialects. She was sitting cross-legged on the large sofa by the fireplace, the book open on her lap, her expression so focused that I paused in the doorway. She didn’t hear me come in, and I watched her for a moment. The light from the fire gave her hair that warm hue that only appears when the light is just right, and she had a slight frown on her face, which was how she looked when something she was reading didn’t quite fit

she smiled and sat down, arranging the black polkadot flay skirt she wore, paired with an off-white turtleneck shirt. "I'll be outside, Boss," Boraz said, and I nodded in acknowledgment. I was left alone with Zainab. "I see someone's been playing their cards right. You've taken back your father's business. Congratulations, Mr President," Zainab praised. I chuckled softly with the corner of my lips. "You've heard about that already, huh?" "That's old news now, my friend. Word of deed has spread. 'The Alpha who never was takes back what is his,' they say," Zainab responded.

Abigail scoffs, "I do and I'll let Ryan know you gave him up." Sasha head snaps over her shoulder fear in her eyes but then smirks, "Ryan, who's Ryan?" She stands and walks towards the bars looking at Abi up and down, "you'll never catch him, the one you look for." She looks at me, "he has Alpha’s in his back pocket, ones that will take you both down,” she snickers as she goes back to her bench. She sits and rubs her non-existent bump on her belly glaring at me.

Once the stool was in place, Alethea reached for the novel Sebastian had given her earlier and began reading. "What's the title?" Sebastian asked as he adjusted his blanket and pillow. "Bared to You," Alethea read aloud from the cover. Nothing about it seemed unusual. And judging by the New York Times label at the top, she guessed it was a bestselling novel. Sebastian frowned slightly. "Read the blurb," he commanded. Obediently, Alethea flipped the book over and started reading. "I am an imperfect woman with a wounded past, yet he can open me up so easily..."

He stepped into the small room, and he was only in there for a moment before he resurfaced with a thick tome in his hands, bound by a leather buckle. “I’m just curious,” Damien murmured without looking at Alfred. The book was incredibly old, from what I could tell, and I got the growing idea that… maybe there is more about the moon-queen in there. I’m not entirely sure why I have a growing obsession with the woman, but I wanted to know more about her, just like I want to know more about my mother. “Find what you were looking for?” Alfred asked, eyeing the book carefully before his aged eyes shifted to Damien’s face.

I slam the book that she gave to me and that's when the name catches me by surprise. I didn't write my name, all the books were supplied to my room a few days ago and I didn't even touch them. Naya Bloodton. That's what has been written on all of them. I go through them, every rough book, every textbook, everything. Luna Bloodton is really trying to force the name down my throat, even when I clearly don't want it! “Mrs Bloodton –” Miss Dallas glances at me. “Don't call me that, please, that's Luna's name, not mine!” I pull at my hair in frustration.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.