Ark Dossier Book Novels & Stories

I scoffed, though doubt crept in. Darius reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather-bound book. "This is my insuranceand now yours too. Names, locations, secrets of the Syndicate's inner circle. If I were truly loyal to them, I'd never keep this." I took the book carefully, flipping through pages of detailed notes and maps. It looked authentictoo detailed to be a rushed fake. "Why show me this?" "Because you loved her once," Darius said bluntly. "And you're starting to remember."

"An old contact is visiting me in two days. If he makes it through the outer gate, I can get him to trace the territory records. We'll find out which pack Anna's in." I kept my gaze on the concrete. "Good." "There's something else," Kobe added. "If we're going to tear down the case Zachary built, you're going to need more than a cook's testimony. You need the Alpha Dossier." I glanced at him. "The Dossier?"

Cade Duras as the man who had stood at the center of all of it. I looked at my evidence columns. I wrote: I need three more sources. I need the archived truth about the eastern ridge. I need to know what Damon was actually doing. The book arrived an hour later. A pack wolf knocked, apologized for the hour, explained that a delivery had come through the library intake and staff had thought she would want it before morning. He handed it over and left before I could ask questions. It was a standard text. History of border settlements, pre-war period. The kind of book that would pass a casual inspection as the ordinary reading material of a woman working through the pack library collection.

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

None of them did, especially Master Arcade who was watching him with narrowed eyes and gad witnessed his suspicious movements in the room. Mrs. Doris leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms against her chest. "Try again, Mister Creed. The truth this time." Damon swallowed tightly. He needed to make this convincing. "If you check under my bed," he said carefully, "you'll find a book. It’s about wolfsbane and herbs. I've been studying them.” Mrs. Doris studied his face for a long moment. Then she nodded at Master Arcade. "Go check and confirm if what he just said is true.”

“Why do you have access?” He didn’t answer right away. Just walked in, footsteps echoing. “Because I do,” he said quietly, “Let’s just leave it at that.” Damon stopped at a central table. A thick black leather-bound book rested there. “This,” he said, “is the Black Ledger.” I stepped closer. “What’s in? I’d like to,” I asked. He opened it instead. I barely heard Damon’s voice anymore. My eyes scanned the page, devouring words that felt like they were burning themselves into me.

Martha bellowed. "Yeah?" He sniffled and felt his teeth with his tongue. "Fuck, she broke my tooth," he grimaced. David appeared with the book Josh had talked about earlier. "We got it," he said, with a smug smile on his face, holding the book up as he gasped for breath after sprinting to them. "It's all.in there. Names, connections, locations, partners, every juicy detail of it," he handed the book to John, "it a freaking diary of all his crimes against humanity. He is a really bad man."

Weight: 28 to 34 kilograms Color and appearance: The Dorcas is an even-toed ungulate with black fur, which is set off in the face with a blue mask. Size and shape are almost identical to a Capreolus (deer). The protruding back crest serves as a distinguishing mark in this breed, the ends of which also turn blue during the mating season. The male descendants of this species have three-ended antlers equipped with poison glands. The ears can be turned in all directions. Character: Curious and out and about both individually and in groups of several animals.

Kyle asked and Sanctify shook her head. "I don't think so, he suddenly disappeared and I'm so worried." He swallowed, he couldn't tell her to stop worrying and he could die for all he cares but he needs her to get something from him which is wrong. Malaska escaped from him and the confusion was evident in his tone, who the hell saved her when he had vividly killed her with his dagger. He needs to track Oliver and know his movement but that's so impossible, he wasn't referring to the digital form of tracking but his wolf's sense of smell and tracking and he needs something to enable him to do that.

Inside was a small room lined with filing cabinets, a single desk, and a safe embedded in the concrete. Carson froze. He’d seen that safe before in his father’s office, years ago. He could still remember Sloane’s hand resting on it, the look that meant don’t ask. He knelt, running his fingers across the dial. “Combination’s the same,” he murmured, and within seconds the door swung open. Inside lay a thin black book, its cover scorched at the edges. Justina stepped closer. “Is that…?” “The ledger,” Darius finished for her.