Animus Book Novels & Stories

I can hear the sound of my heartbeat and the soft clatter of my shoes. When positioned, I breathed through my mouth, puffing out the fear out of my body. Stretched my head towards the side until I heard a satisfying crack. I raised my arms forward, aiming towards the dummy with an image of Lucas' face on it. The sound of the gun cocking made a slur of memory from Mexico crashing in my head. But I shook it off before it could paint a clearer picture.

“You should be resting by now.” Anna, disguised as Annika Merriweather, fakely chuckled. “Oh, young man, this old hag still has business to do to live longer.” He was an asshole just like she predicted. Only an alpha like him would dare leave his pack behind for three years. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

Another scream. I worked methodically—fracturing bones, slicing deep enough to hurt but not to kill. The bones I chose were painful, but not the worst. Yet. I dialed up their pain receptors, amplifying every injury tenfold. Anastasia blacked out at number 33. Ortiz lasted longer. “You’ve surprised me,” I admitted at break 83. “That’s rare.” He laughed, blood bubbling between his teeth. “You’re weak. Needing knives… bones… pathetic.”

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

The day ended with a satisfying event which led to people being comfortable the whole day till they slept late. Lewis Ray Devion~he's kind of a book worm and a silent type of a person but not to the the point that it is considered as cold, he sometimes help with the councils problem and etc, together with felix thats why they're quite close., he is also quite playful, he oftentimes join his brother felix do some fun stuffs around the town.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"

"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"