Ararat Book Novels & Stories

I didn't look up from the shadows. "It’s kind of dusty in here, don't you think?" Yara, our pack’s wise healer, said as she strode into the room. She didn't wait for a greeting. She walked straight to the window, threw back the heavy fabric, and forced the glass open. "Even with the air conditioning running, the air in here is stale. You need fresh air, Rune. There’s nothing like nature’s fresh air to clear out the cobwebs in a man’s head."

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

I couldn't help but wonder if Valen lurked in the shadows, immersed in some urgent task or contemplation. Reaching the end of a shelf, my gaze fell upon a stack of books, their titles a tantalizing invitation to exploration. Yet, it was the bold letters of "Atlas" that beckoned to me like a siren's call. With a swift motion, I plucked the tome from its resting place, cradling it in my arms like a precious treasure. Making my way to a nearby table, I carefully laid the book down, anticipation bubbling within me like a dormant volcano ready to erupt.

(Adelaide) Arkael smiled wide. "My favourite kind of story." He stepped beside her, carefully lifting one of the smaller volumes. "This one." He opened the cover. The moment the first page turned, Adelaide gasped. An entire paper forest rose from the book. Delicate trees unfolded themselves from the parchment, their branches twisting high above tiny cottages nestled amongst their roots. A paper fox no larger than her thumb peered out from beneath one tree while dozens of impossibly small birds seemed frozen in flight between the branches.

Instead, she pulled a battered journal from her coat and held it up like a holy relic. Aretha’s brows rose. “A book? I don’t read fairy tales anymore.” “This,” Almay said, her voice low and trembling, “belonged to her mother. Diamante Lunaria.” Aretha stiffened. Her gaze darted to the book. “Arla-Rosa’s real mother?”

The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe. He carefully set it on the table. “Come on beautiful,” Arion held out his hand to me. I held his hand as I walked to the book. Carefully, I opened the cover. Without warning, the pages began to flip themselves. I was surprised to realize I wasn’t scared. The pages stopped on what looked like a series of blank pages in the middle of the book. I stared at them, but I saw nothing. Arrow and Arion stood next to me. They gently began rubbing circles on my sore back. Suddenly, the pages began to show words. The words appeared to be glowing. Before long, all the pages that had

“or you all are pretending to not know what i’m talking about. I know that you had something in your jurisdiction, something that’s not the girl.” “She’s not a thing.” “I’m not a thing.” Both Atlas and Laila said in sync. My lips tugged up in a smirk. “Right. Tell me Alpha Ares, you do know what i’m talking about right? You know about the book, don’t you?” I stared at Andro with my knuckles supporting my chin, it was my way of relaxing while i put my thought together. “I do actually, i have THIS book that you ask of but i don’t think it’s in your business to ask about it.” I replied with a small yawn. His gaze narrowed in on me as his eyes shuffled to the people who stood behind me.

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

She followed the Server she was assigned to. The blonde boy quickly found the book Ryuu mentioned resting flatly underneath the pillow. Arlert smelled the familiar mint from the shampoo in their bathroom. He gotten sick of using the same toiletries that he kept all of the things his clients gave him as gifts. He tried many times to give Ryuu any which he would like, however the lad rejected him. His arms stretched out in front of him, and stared at the thick book on his hands. He stayed in this room ever since he started working as a Server, and the expensive book was obviously from a client. He opened it on a random page and saw the author's name on the top margin with the title: "The Adven