Ark Game Book Novels & Stories

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

These were bullet points that I wrote down for a test at the beginning of my training. Maybe I should give it to Eve so that she could get a decent essay. When I thought of the text, because she had shown me in the last lesson, I could only shake my head again. Sometimes I really wondered what was going on in my best friend's head. À la espionage. I would never get over that. I put my sticky note back on the page and flipped through the book to the index of tribal groups and subspecies. I flipped through the chapter page by page. Looked at the dates, the pictures and drawings until I got stuck with the picture of him .

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Arion growled. I sighed, we had been sitting here for a long time. My head ached and I wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight. I could still hear the party going on downstairs. “There has to be some way we can prove who you are,” I said again as I rested my head in my hands. “Do you have the book?” Nikko asked looking around at everyone. “We have a lot of books,” Arrow snarled glaring at Nikko. He chuckled, “The book I’m talking about is the book of knowledge from the creation of your pack.”

The worn cover felt comforting in my hands as I opened it, eager to lose myself in the mythical tale, or should I say a reality directly linked to me. With the book in hand, I flipped through the familiar pages, absorbing the details of the Arctic wolf's legendary tale. I reveled in the facts, many of which Xavier had already shared with me. However, my journey took an unexpected turn as my eyes landed on a section dedicated to the Arctic stone. My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

As soon as Arnou caught wind of the expression on my face, his smile dropped. “What's the problem?” he asked, a bit alarmed. I beckoned for him to come a bit closer to me with my finger. Arnou came closer to me with a confused expression on his face. Soon enough he wasn't looking at me but was staring straight at the object of my attention. “What the hell is that?” He growled in a low voice. “Duke’s spell book,” I replied in a grave voice. Arnou gave me an incredulous look and pulled the chair nearest to the bed so he could sit.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

He looks familiar, but where have I seen him? In the magazines Ariana always keeps!! My subconscious yelled at me. No way! This is... Xavier Anderson! What's he doing here??

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."