Ark Dossier Book 소설 & 이야기

There was an inkpot with a quill and a few parchments scattered here and there with a few books. I brought the torch near the desk. The names of the books read as: Celestial rules of stars and planets. Cosmic biology of wormholes and black holes. Composition and types of dark matter. Components of darkness and light. The bookmarks were scattered here and there and it seemed as if someone had stopped noting down some points in a hurry and left and never returned. I ran my fingers over the books and a series of memories started flashing in my head. The last time Derek used those books was right before he went on to face my father, ultima Damen. That made sense because after that my father kill

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

"What do you mean?" Sonia looked at Jason, her voice hoarse but clear. "Natalie stole the Black Book of Eldros... from one of the oldest witch tribes that once lived in the far north." Patrick's brows furrowed. "Eldros? I thought they were wiped out decades ago." "They were," Sonia said slowly. "But some of their relics remained hidden... scattered... guarded by bloodline protectors. The book was never meant to be touched again. It contains spells of pain, war, and death. Even I was forbidden to learn them."

He waved his hand, and a document expanded to full size. Amara covered her mouth. It was a dossier. Her dossier. A picture of her. Her address. Her school records. Her job history. And even more unsettling… details she’d never told anyone, not even her mother. Her childhood hospital records. Her psychological assessment from her job application. Her bank account balance — the embarrassing, nearly empty one. “Dante!” She gasped. “Why do you have all this?” He didn’t look away from the file. “Because I don’t let anyone into my life without understanding exactly who they are.”

Darryn sits back on the bed with a phone in his hand; he looks up at Joshua, “who wants to know who I am?” “Listen, six. I am not here to go back and forth with you. Why is Winters jacket here?” “You do not know who I am, do you?” Says Darryn, chewing bubblegum and smirking up at Joshua. “I am not interested in who you are; I am here for Winter.” Darryn stands up, moving in closer as he lights a cigarette and blows it into Joshua's face. “Nice ring; it looks expensive.’ Joshua is wearing a limited edition 24-carat gold ring with a dollar sign outlined with diamonds reflecting in the sun; underneath the ring, he has an MF tattoo.