Animus Book Novels & Stories

And in the center of the room. A book sat on a stone pedestal. Black leather. Silver veins pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. The cover was carved with a sigil shaped like a twisted moon. The Luna Maximus. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t dare blink. The stories said the Luna Maximus chose its reader. That it whispered to those with ambition black enough to stain fate. That it could gift a Luna more power than any Alpha alive. It should have chosen me years ago. But the goddess...the bitch...picked Emara instead.

She legit stopped the sudden attack but he was too damn fast and landed the hit. She winced glaring daggers at him. "Do you have a death wish?" She demanded sharply. "Jesus. F*ck, Angela. Don't get ahead of yourself. If I find you learning this attitude, I'll drag you back to the pack house." He said. Her eyes shined with a hint of panic. Rolling her eyes she sealed her mouth. Hell no! She wasn't going back no matter what. Rasmus and Luca came to congratulate Lennox. Angela smiled at her brother but it vanished when her eyes met with the steel grey eyes and she threw him a dispassionate glare before stomping over to the ladies' squad.

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

"The notebook. Red cover." I find it. Leather bound. Filled with dense handwriting and diagrams. "What is this?" "A complete neurological map of the corrupted activation process. Every weakness. Every failure point. Every way to reverse the process if you catch a corrupted hybrid early enough." I flip through pages. Chemical formulas. Genetic sequences. Treatment protocols. It's comprehensive. Brilliant. Exactly the kind of work that made Price famous before he became a monster. "Why?" I ask. "Because you were right. You chose to be better than what made you. I never could. But I can leave something that helps you instead of hurts you."

Axel whispered near my ear unexpectedly, making me flinch at the warmth of his breath against my skin and accidentally drop the crystal to the ground. My ears turn red as images of that ‘hallucination’ of Brock forcing himself on me appeared simultaneously inside my mind. I shiver. That’s disgusting! I groaned and shook my head, trying to rid the goosebumps on my skin as I imagine the horror that were to come if Brock did touch me in any way. “Stop creeping up to me!” I tell him, annoyed, and he raises his hands beside his face in surrender. I looked down and crouched to retrieve the crystal when not too far from me I saw a book drop to the floor in front of two legs.

“Don’t we all love it when a brother supports another brother in everything, even though he should be the rightful heir to the throne?” My mind would’ve gone blank with misunderstanding if the three powerful Incubi in front of me hadn’t burst out laughing. Their laughter wasn’t heartfelt, seemed forced and sarcastic, but to outsiders, it would look like we were having a good time. “Back to your petty manipulative games, I see.” Amber shook her head, a sardonic smile on her face. “Just leave, Asmara. No one wants you here.” “Are you sure about that?” I didn’t like how Asmara’s beautiful face turned cunning and a smile formed on her face. Apparently no one liked the way she smiled either.

She smiled and shook her head. “You have an unusual spirit animal, sister. I can sense how close he is to you. Soon, your enemies will wish they had killed you before you could grow so strong.” Clarissa blinked. The statement confused her. How would Centra know about her spirit animal or how close they were? If he was ‘unusual,’ what kind of an animal was he? The book's cover, ‘familiars and their partners’, came back to her. The word familiar had excited Mimi.

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun