Arrowverse Books Novels & Stories

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

Tonight was nothing special, nor were there any new information or stuff we didn’t know, and judging by the look on Arrow's face, none of us were too happy about it. “No offense Celeste,” Arrow started, dragging his feet to the nearest chair -which was a tattered and almost fully fallen apart chair- and slumping down with too much trust in that old chair, dust clouding off of it. “But I think you found the only one cool thing in this hel-” A tearing sound of fabric paused his voice and together we looked towards Chelsa, who had a brightening grin. In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the midd

And underneath it all— The lingering irritation that Draven had been standing there when she made that choice. Cassian forced the thought away. Ava walked slightly ahead of him now, the strange book held carefully in her hands. Even through the dim moonlight the symbols on its cover seemed wrong. Not dangerous. Just… old. Older than wolves. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Ava asked quietly. Cassian glanced down at the book. “Yes.” “What do you think it is?” Cassian exhaled slowly.

Embry’s eyes glow brighter when he looks at me, he growls fighting the urge to rip her from my arms. “It’s ok Ash, I know you and Embry need to run,” I link, seeing Embry’s aura change when Ash pushes forward, taking control completing the shift into a large grey lycan. Ash looks at Raven in my arms, nodding to me before rushing out the door to run. “Will he be ok?” Jonathan reaches out and takes Raven from my arms, pulling her under the warm water letting the soap rinse off her body.

shaking her as his heart is bursting with pain, hate, and anger where he could not explain and even take for too long. His mana overflows as the mark of the holder of the third book of Aries show unto his neck. To the pain and anger he felt, he screams creating a shock wave and bursting with a white light that engulf everything. To the state and the clouded heart, he is drowning with, a voice whispers as ‘he’ came. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Drawing a smile and the tone of choosing a henchman for himself. Arthur draws the gate as he steps out of it as he will about to take his trump card and to aid the third book and all after he will intertwine a holder in its equivalent to t

Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest.

The prisoner did not fight but went meekly between them, stumbling a little over the curbs as they guided him towards the entrance. “Interesting,” Heath murmured. “Who is their prisoner?” Aislen cast out, searching through the minds of the Van Helsings, closing her eyes and gripping Cameron’s arm for balance as she dove into the dizzying depths of thought. It was like plunging into a crowd in zero gravity, where the conversations were being held on different subjects and in different languages. (Supplies are needed for the specimens in the quarantine ward. I hate feeding them, they stink. I’ll try to get Clark assigned…)

Water slammed into Sienna’s chest, cold and black, clawing her down like it had teeth. She choked, lungs burning, kicking against the flood swallowing the basement. Roman’s hand locked around her arm, fingers digging in hard, dragging her through the mess toward where the stairs used to be. Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize.

--- Something Awakens At the Moon’s Eye, as Rowan, Darius, and Lyra tried to regain balance, a shape began to form in the altar flame — massive, skeletal, shifting between wolf and shadow. Eyes opened in the dark. And in Lyra’s mind, a voice echoed: “You have unlocked the seal, Child of the Star. But are you ready to face what lies beneath the broken moon?”

The usual shade but this time, I could read them. His eyes spoke to me, leaving the window to his soul opened. "Don't leave me." I could hear it whisper without his lips moving. "Please." A tear fell past my lips as I turned away from Ares and escaped into the woods. "I'm sorry, Ares." **The Season 1 of this book is drawing to an end with only 2 chapters remaining. It's sad to see a part of Alora and Ares' journey come to a slow end. But this is not all as the book would continue with Season 2 in a few weeks after the end of Season 1. More information would be released soon on my I. ns. Ta at chimdi_jane_samuel or my buy me. a coffee for those who are not there. Also, Ares' wolf POV is avail