Arcturus Books Novels & Stories

“It’s just a pot. The department store isn’t going anywhere. We can buy one anytime. But if we miss this, it’s gone forever! Isn’t a camera way more romantic than a pot? “Oh, right. I checked our joint account earlier, and there was still some money left, so I bought plane tickets. Hurry and pack your bags! We’re taking the new camera to Iceland tonight to chase the northern lights!” I didn’t say anything. I just set the grocery bags down. Then, I quietly pulled out my phone and opened our joint savings account. Our balance was 41 cents. It wasn’t even enough for us to pay this month’s water bill. Meanwhile, Cole’s excited voice kept going beside me. “Babe, listen. This camera has incredible

Leo I sit in my office, making calls to other Alphas while my Angel sits across my lap, reading a book about werewolves. I actually forgot I have it here, but Angel noticed it on the bookshelf when I carried her inside. As I talk to an Alpha from a neighboring pack about the gathering I’m organizing to deal with the Undead issue, I watch my mate, who is completely engrossed in her book, swinging her legs happily. I almost laughed when I noticed that her feet don’t even touch the floor as she sits on my lap.

Hi guys. How are you all doing? I know you’ve been anticipating a chapter update for a while now and I even promised to round up the book this month. I really meant it but… Unfortunately Aurora cannot be updated for now because my laptop has gone bad and the cost of fixing it is something I can’t afford right now. I wish I could update from my phone but that’s not possible due to the fact that the writing app I use isn’t available on IOS. Sincere apologies🙏 I really hope I can rectify it soon🥹 Thanks for understanding

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.

Jace chuckled a little and Gabriel glared hard at him as they walked to the car. ~ “There should be a book about this, why can't I find any?” Aurora muttered as she kept going through the books in Lucino’s study. She was searching for books on dreams but all she kept seeing were ancient stories of different supernatural but mostly werewolves. After going through almost all the books, she finally decided to pick a random book to read. She picked up a book about how the year 1901 went and decided to read it. She took a seat in his study and started reading it, before she knew it, she got engrossed in the story.

The little free time Arlen had, was spent in the company of David and Rufus. Over a period, Arlen grew stressed and edgy. He was short of air, tired, and his senses grew dim. On a hot day, he shivered, and when the night fell, he burned up. Roxanne was not around often to notice this. On a perfectly bright day at Wayde Bourne, while arranging scrolls and books in Roxanne's office, Arlen chanced upon a strange black book. "What do you have there?" Roxanne came out of nowhere.

I said. Archer corrected his square frames as the light flared in his lens. “Ok. Just give me some time. I’ll be right back.” “Ok.” I looked around his chamber and for the first time in all those years, those black jacketed books that looked all the same intrigued me. I had seen Janus always have one such book in his bag with him all the time. I took out a book and leafed through the pages. I turned over the pages and then back, but it was blank. Maybe it was a notebook, and I thought they were books. If so, then Janus kept reading blank pages all these years?

A single window at the top let in a narrow beam of grey light. Aurora walked slowly between the shelves, running her fingers lightly along the spines of the books. She did not know what she was looking for exactly. But she knew she was looking for something. The words of Elder Cassius played again and again in her head like a song she could not shake. The prophecy does not lie. It has already begun. She pulled out one book. It was too new. She put it back. She pulled out another. Too thin. She moved deeper into the library, toward the older shelves at the very back where the books looked like they had not been touched in years.

But if that were the case, what was happening to me now? *********************************** I opened my eyes when I felt Arturo’s hand on my shoulder, gently massaging it. His scent gave him out long before he even touched me as he entered the bedroom, giving me a sense of safety despite the anger that I still felt toward what he told me earlier. The way he spoke to me didn’t escape my mind, and despite knowing that I shouldn’t have been feeling the way that I was, I couldn’t help but find myself growing confused at the anger that my wolf reflected.

she called again, her voice high with fear. "Don't... don't cry," Arwen stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her heart ached as she witnessed Estrada fighting against Trisha's hold. "Remember the stories I have told you about brave werewolves and cunning witches? You-You are just like them," she forced herself to smile though it felt like her face was made of glass that could shatter at any second. "And remember this Estrada," Arwen continued, her voice growing in its determination. "The true power lies within you." Reaching into her bag, she brought out an ancient looking book; the covers appeared weather with time and looked like they might crumble at any moment.