Ark Dossier Book Novels & Stories

Opening the book it appeared to be some sort of journal and then I saw his name at the top “This book belongs to Daryl Lycan” I glance at the doors that were still shut and climb down the ladder, some of the pages were boring with minimal writing but as the pages turned the information became more and more interesting until I read the final page ‘I agreed to be cursed’ Wait, what? What curse? Daryl had never spoken of a curse. There were no more pages either. I had so many questions for Daryl and I leave the library. His office, he had to be in his office. Tucking the book under my arm, I head down the corridor trying to remember the way to his office, when I find it, the door is wide open a

But I hadn’t, and now I was paying the ultimate price. I slow my rushed steps, looking around to find myself in a foreign, secluded spot deep in the woods. A small stream licked its way down the earth’s spine, and the trees swayed quietly above. I could smell him here, but I knew instantly it was an old scent. Too old and faint to lead me any further. So, I laid myself down on the cool dirt, curling tightly into my wolf form as I pressed desperately at our pack link. It was like slamming directly into a solid brick wall time and time again. No progress to be found, no matter how hard I threw my consciousness against it. He had locked the key from his side and firmly closed the door on all of

Quillion asks. Vesper sneered as she crossed her arms, “The bigger question is how sure are we that he could be trusted?” She pointed out while staring intently at Quillion. “We are at 90% sure about the Hunters as the evidence suggests their involvement. Someone made a mistake and used The Book of Sacrifices. An old book to derail everything not knowing that it will point us in the right direction as it was once owned by the Black Order. Whoever is behind the killings didn't know about the origin of the book and that's our advantage.” Velmont explains.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

Then Darius reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and placed a folded document on the table. He slid it toward me. Victor's chair scraped back. "Darius." His voice was very quiet. Very controlled. The most dangerous version of it. "She has the right," Darius said simply. I reached out and picked up the document. Unfolded it. The paper was old, the edges soft with handling, the ink faded to the particular brown of things that had been kept in the dark for a long time. I read it. Mother: Liora Ashvane, formerly of Moonfall Pack.

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

"Theoretical connections of the proles hunt." A polyphonic groan sounded in the room, but no one protested. With that we were back in everyday academia. Today, a closer look at the Dorcas was on the curriculum. A dama-proles, descendants of the deer. To do this, we even had to go down to the morgue in the dissecting department for the second hour, where we could familiarize ourselves with the anatomy of a Dorcas. Basically, this genus was nothing more than blue-black deer with a long tail. Okay, no normal deer had a hair comb on its back that discolored during the rut, or poisonous antlers, but in shape and size they were the same as normal deer.

I can't see his face and I don't have a plan on looking at it. "Dawson speaking. How may I help you?" I say calmly but I received no response but a chuckle. His deep voice seemed to ragged. It makes my eyes widen when slipped something beneath the door as it hit my foot. I looked back at the monitor but he's not there anymore. I almost cringed at the thought of ghosts, silly. I picked up the paper as I looked at the fronts "take a peek". Strange. Do I really need to look at it? Well, maybe later. I'm still hungry though. I slipped it in my pocket then make my way back to the dining room.

Orlan took a quick look at the five pieces of duct tape that were still in the plastic wrap. Dafa gave a big grin. He finally chose to be quiet and stop asking the question. He knew what the Alpha meant very well. Dafa opened a folder that said, "A file about a werewolf's death that was found in the forest." The room was quiet again after a few minutes. Dafa quickly looked at his Alpha, who was typing away on his laptop. Orlan took out his cell phone, which had been ringing for a while, from his pants pocket. The name Arva was shown on the screen. "Hello?" Orlan answered his sister's phone call.

"Roderick, you still have it. The book. It’s the key to the encryption, isn't it?" Roderick reached into his jacket, his fingers brushing the spine of the ledger. He had kept it out of a lingering, desperate sense of duty, a vestige of the man he used to be. Now, seeing the data on Tessa’s tablet, he understood the true value of the object. "It’s not just a key," he said, pulling it out and showing it to her. "It’s a ledger of every 'asset' they’ve processed in the last decade. It contains the names of the victims, the dates of their disappearances, and the signatures of the handlers who authorized the hit." Tessa’s breath hitched. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she brushed the co