Animus Book Novels & Stories

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He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

"He's just someone my family picked. I've never even met him. You're the only one in my heart." The room went dead quiet. The pale skin on his face flushed pink in seconds. Along with it, his anger and jealousy vanished. And then something weird happened: He started purring. It was low and soft, like a cat. The kind of sound only a very happy incubus would make. I was utterly puzzled. Meanwhile, the comments lost their minds. [I declare Arnold the least flirt-resistant man in history.] [This is hilarious! One innocent kiss, and his brain shorted out!]

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

None but those who could outstrip mortal burst and emotional breakdown could have their ability yield in their grasp. Hera felt a little confused on this part. If the book was to be believed, how could a hot-tempered Sheels be crowned as an Anomalous? She could never erase from her thought—even if she tried—the way she had punched her bed and destroyed it in one blow. This alone would be proof that she had little to no self-restraint; meaning, the accounts of this book couldn’t be true or rather, unreliable to an extent. Opening her eyes for a fraction, she saw Mr. Castro humming on his desk, signing some document. She was careful not to let slip that certain information because he revered t

And I knew who had put it there, Remus. “You called, oh Devine guide?” Came a mocking voice through my mind. I flashed my eyes at him. “Get out of my head, you beast from hell.” I was about to make my move when Finn answered Kalama’s question. “Because he is the top dog of Antone, that is why.” I didn’t even see him regain his consciousness. I could hear Remus loud and clear, growling at Finn. Finally, I saw Kalama shaking her head and backed away from him. I wanted to scream at Kalama to not turn her back on him. She can not trust him. Then I saw her crying. Why would she be crying?

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

He felt a shiver then rolled over onto his side and shut his eyes again. Barnstone, Willis & Meyers, Marvin (2003) The Songs of Solomon, Song 1, p. 359. The Gnostic Bible: Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boston, MA.