Novel & Cerita Arrowverse Novels

AVERY “ What did you do with Draven? ” I mumble, standing beside Aleister. He is sitting on the wing chair in the living room of the little cottage while we wait for the warriors to bring Nellie, Sara, and Marco, the village head. “ For now… ” Aleister glances at the door. “ Nothing. ” I shoot him a side glance before following his line of sight. Nellie and Sara are being dragged inside by the warriors with Marco following shortly after.

I called him but got no response," I said, and she sighed weakly. *Ting Tring* A phone call interrupted my trance of thinking. I picked up my phone. "Second Boss," Nivaan, Arjun's commander, said. "Nivaan? What is the matter?", I asked. And then Nivaan said something that left my mind blank for a few seconds. No! God! No, please. Arjun is everything to me. I cannot imagine my life without him. Arjun is my family. My brother. [From here first book of the series 'Unexpected Crash of BEAST' Arjun and Pashika's story started. A Dark tale of BEAUTY and The BEAST]

Wiping his hands on his pants, he tried again and was able to dial 911. As he waited for the call to connect, his eyes roamed the library, darting here and there, anywhere but at Harold. He noticed some books had been knocked off a nearby bookcase, a scattering of anthologies. Yet among them, he spotted his own name. A copy of his novel Dead Don’t Dance. It shouldn’t be here, he kept all his author copies in his office out in the carriage house. “This is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

Nyxara POV The moment silver pierces Rowan Varkas, time fractures into something fragile and unbearable, because I have lived long enough to know exactly how easily creatures like him are erased. --- The sound of the gunshot arrives after the impact, as if reality itself hesitates before acknowledging what has already happened, and for a single suspended moment the world seems to narrow into the space between Rowan’s body and the silver that has just torn through it. I see the instant it connects.

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.

"If they're just coming into town, then we need to make sure Nightshade doesn't develop a stronghold here." "And what of the two wolves that you captured?" I asked. Lance shrugged. "They will be dealt with." The message was clear. If you betray or attack a pack, then you die. This was a rigid reminder that we were not in the human world. In this world, there would be no trial for Rory and Casen. Justice was both swift and exacting. "Were they the ones who attacked my clinic?" "They haven't admitted it outright yet. But if they were working as Scouts for Nightshade, then whether they were the actual perpetrators, they were involved and, therefore, guilty," Elias replied.

Silas met it mid-leap, shifting in an instant, fur exploding over muscle, his wolf form slamming into the hound with a crack of branches. The impact knocked sparks from Caleb’s ward. Jude drew and loosed an arrow beside Mara’s, his shot sinking into the hound’s smoky flank. Rowan grabbed Ava and pulled her back as the ground quaked under the fight. For a heartbeat Ava locked eyes with the hound’s featureless face. Inside her head the voice roared, OPEN— She squeezed her burning palm and shouted back, “NO!” The hound faltered. Silas’s jaws closed on its throat of shadow, tearing. The thing screamed without sound, its body breaking into streams of black smoke. Caleb slammed his hand to the gro

“Neither of you are leaving us, Vasara. I, Bastian Armond Ashworth, Alpha of Greenrock pack, take back my rejection. I accept you, Lillian Anja Dalgaard, future Queen of Zidiah as my mate. I was wrong, and we need you. I’m so sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused you, but I won’t let either of you leave us.” I take a step back, removing my clothes as I go. I’m not going to lose my mate, but I will allow Vasara to meet Bane. She needs this, and then she’ll let Lilly come back to me. I crouch down, pressing my hand to the ground and shift into wolf form. Vasara’s eyes widen, and I see a smile forming. Then Bane takes over completely, just as Valerian and Valerius break through the trees. Vasara s

She smiled happy to know Rosalie was going to have her happy ending. Asrar woke up slowly. He was confused what happened but when he saw his Angel laying on him he broke down again. His failure playing in his mind as he kissed the top of her head. He had to fulfill his prophecy, he knew she would want him to. Carefully squeezing out from under her, he made sure she was comfortable. Her warmth, her beating heart, her yearning for him to stay with her all oblivious to him. She could hear him and knew he was leaving but her body would not respond. He wasn’t sure why, she was already at peace, but apart of him felt it wasn’t right. He kissed her lips once more before he stepped away, his feet dr