Arcturus Books Novels & Stories

He said just like he's ordering me. I gave him a fleeting smile before closing the door. My eyes rolled around. His room's cleanliness and nice designs. They are latest. The lavender scent emanating from the air purifier was detectable. My eyes widened as I looked at the paintings. It's entirely werewolves. Does this imply that he adores them? I suddenly irritated.

I think. I am drawn to a door set into the wall, in an out of the way area. I reach forwards and open the door but before I can gently close it behind me, a great gust of wind whips it out of my hand and it slams against the wall. As I look around the small room the sound of breaking dishes fills the air and my eyes are drawn to the young woman crouching down to pick it up. As I move closer the amulet grows warm in my hand, as if letting me know I had found who I was seeking.

WARNING: Violence described in this chapter is not suitable for younger than 18 THEY say that the beginning of the world is when God created everything in six days and He rested on the seventh day to see his making. But Ara's life started when she was born between a loving husband and wife. She had two doring boys she'd call real brothers. She had a best friend that she can share everything with. She had a stable job. Now she's merely loving her life doing what she loves. Yet blissful fate brought a dangerous man into her life. Everything changed.

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

Something in between. The serum wolves are coming.

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🙏

Blood mixed with scorching heat as it sprayed outward, brutal yet awe-inspiring. Fenrir let out an earth-shaking howl of agony. At his chest, Arcturus' fist had already driven straight through, dealing catastrophic damage to his heart. At the brink of death, Fenrir spread his arms and suddenly pulled Arcturus into a crushing embrace. Then, he lowered his head, and his savage fangs sank deep into Arcturus' neck. The golden light in Arcturus' eyes, once blazing, froze in an instant. After that, it slowly dimmed until all divine radiance vanished completely.

Armelius inquires before I could say something to Haestus. “I… was looking for some books…” He trails off while looking around. I don’t know but the way he spoke seemed odd. The way his eyes flickers when he looks back at me, tells me that he is hiding something. “Books on what?” Armelius further asks before stepping deeper inside the library. Haestus again looks around before answering after a brief silence. “Witches…” “Witches? You’re looking books on witches?” Armelius asks in astonishment.

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

Lord Arcturus, fueled by ambition and a hunger for power, embarked on a clandestine mission to advance his own interests in Adernia. With King Fredrick's absence and Prince Gabriel's alliance with Maxoria seemingly shattered, he saw an opportune moment to make his move. Arcturus, a master manipulator, began to weave a web of deceit and manipulation, sowing seeds of doubt and suspicion among the lords of Adernia. Whispers of King Fredrick's disappearance and Gabriel's alleged abandonment of his responsibilities spread like wildfire through the court, fueling Lord Arcturus' claims.