Novel & Cerita Annie Whipple Books

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

My mind wasn’t really on studying. I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. Professor Kane stood there, holding a thick book. He looked tired but still handsome in his button-down shirt. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Lila,” he said softly. I froze. “Professor. I… I should go.” I turned to leave, but his hand gently caught my arm. “Wait. Please.” The library was silent around us. No one else seemed to be in this section. The smell of old books and quiet air made everything feel intimate again.

Hana's POV Bella tapped her wine glass against the marble counter, swirling the red wine before taking a slow sip. She looked at me over the rim, her green eyes sharp and full of mischief. “So, you ran into an alpha, not Crescent Moon, not anyone local. Leather boots, serious power, and you said he smelled, what, amazing?” I groaned. “I never said 'amazing,' just maybe good-looking. But that’s not the point. He was an alpha wolf, Bella! I’ve barely ever seen wolves, and suddenly, one shows up like a fairytale.”

Leila walked between the aisles, surrounded by old copper kettles, once fine German porcelain, toy trains, and oak plant stands trying hard not to look bored. One stall caught her eye—a pile of books, mostly battered children’s tales and lonely volumes of the classics not worth much without the rest of the lot. Some books looked interesting, bound in old tooled leather. Then something caught her eye. She spotted a volume in the middle of all that artful chaos. It was a thick, faded book with a tan leather binding. The title, The History and Artifacts of the Ancient Germanic Tribes, was elegantly crafted in gold letters. Leila’s pulse quickened. She was looking for this volume in the library

Elias pointed to the grassland again and said: “Actually, you are just a human, with no special powers. I just want you to learn some techniques for self-defense.” Lily nodded in agreement: "You're right. I'll listen to you!" Venn interjected between the two in a confident tone: “Then let me do it first.” Having said that, Venn immediately threw up his iron whip, slamming it into the grass. One of his whips caused it to peel off in a large patch. Lily was amazed at the strength of a child like Venn. And Elias nodded. “Venn, you did a great job! But to become our neighbor, we need to learn more. Do you remember Amity?"

The prince gave a nod. "I'm sure you'll persevere." "I guess I will..." Aurum muttered, returning his gaze to the open page of the book on his lap. "There are...other ways, however, ways to gain strength." Wes's curiosity was sparked. "What other ways?" Willow walked over to the bookshelf when she was alone in the room. She wanted to lie down or at least sit, but she had already sullied one of the prince's rooms and didn't want to sully this one as well. She took a quick look at the titles of each book. The majority of them were nonfiction. She reached for a history book after noticing it. A few papers slipped from the book and fell to the floor as she tried to take them out. She sat on the