Arcturus Books Novels & Stories

“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.

But, a whole collection of a slave would be in fact more than abnormal. "Nyx, I'm serious." She whined. "No, you're not." I argued, shaking my head. "But, I am." She said, her tone firm and serious. "Really?" I teased, raising my brows. "Seriously, only your paintings are in the drawers and table of his usual desk." She spilled, making my heart take a flip. "I want to try reading this short story." Aurora said, showing me a little story book as she sat beside me. With nothing left to do, out of curiosity to see more of what Atlas has created I flipped through the pages of his journal, my excitement was short lived as I stumbled upon a shocking revelation.

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.

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

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.

Angel So today is Bryan’s funeral , Dee has been surprisingly strong and calm through all of this its scary I know what makes it hard on her is that she will never get to hold ,him she’ll feel his presents being amongst the dead , Jasper let it slip this morning that she is pregnant again they haven’t told anyone yet because they found out the same day that Draco and the kids were kidnapped she is due on the fall equinox that is amazing

he sat beside her on the bed and she snuggled closer, “can you stop crying already? It breaks my heart to see you like this” Aurora sniffed, “they have lied to me all these years Malcolm, I read it in Rosa’s diary. I am not their biological child” her voice trailed off again as another set of tears escaped her eyes, ir was too much information to digest in a day, “everyone in the house knows and I am the only one who has been in the dark, why didn’t I read the signs and adjust accordingly”