Arsène Lupin Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly he lifted his gaze and looked at the ceiling. “What?” Chloe was exceptionally surprised. She looked at her breasts and Arthur’s averted eyes. “Since when do you look away from my body?” she demanded. “I have no problem in looking anywhere,” Arthur mumbled as he walked around and started browsing through the books on the table. “What are these books doing here?” Chloe asked, distracted. “I am reading, why else,” Arthur shrugged as he picked up one book titled ‘Alphas and their dominion.’ “Are you planning on dominating others?” Chloe asked seriously.

AURORA Lizra dropped a humongous thing on my lap. “This is a history book with detailed explanations of the most famous and high-ranked Lunas that the territories have ever had. I made some small notes in most chapters and I’m sure you’ll find it useful.” Wait… it’s a book and… was she kidding me? “How many pages is this thing?” I asked, dusting and seeing nothing but the plain shabby leather brown cover of the thickest thing ever.

They were seated around a circular table with the book of Maam Ague being 3D-projected in front of them. ''So you're telling us that this woman who is teaching now in our year 2022 has authored a book dating back two centuries ago?'' asked the moonmage with the name Lupus. His eyes suited his codename well. His grayish blue irises were referred to as 'wolf eyes', one of the rarest in the world.

Bran’s POV Lupin’s words hit like a punch straight to my chest. For a second, I didn’t understand the question. Then something cold and sharp slid down my spine. “No,” I said immediately. “She didn’t.” Lupin’s face tightened in worry. Aric straightened from his relaxed position, all traces of ease gone as his eyes snapped between us. “Why are you asking?” Lupin dragged a hand down his face, breathing hard like he had run all the way here.

“You know damn well I haven’t. I’d sooner burn it than touch it.” “You really should.” Arsene’s tone was gentler this time. “You might stop hating her. At least a little. I mean, if someone like me. Who’s not even a bookworm could finish it in one sitting, then you definitely can. But you always refuse to even hear about it. That journal might not change everything, but it explains so much. Things you’ve never wanted to understand.” Arnav glanced at him, the look in his eyes distant. “I’m not discussing this. You’re smart enough, Arsene. I know you can read between the lines of my silence.”

Suddenly, a rustling of the bushes, and turning around, Arachne reappeared with a small, leather-bound book clutched in her hand. "This is for you," she said, holding out the book. "It's your history, Derek. Your true history." I took the book under a feeling of trepidation and excitement. What secrets would it hold? And what about learning things about myself? I took the book in my hands with some feelings of trepidation mixed with excitement. As I opened the cover, some musty smell came out, and I began flipping through its pages. The text in it was in some very ancient language that I couldn't recognize, but as soon as I touched its pages, something strange clicked-a sort of buzzing in th

It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear. Aspen pulled down a notebook and turned to face them. "I'll need those titles for my TBR, please?" What did he say? Had Lumen noticed? How were they proceeding? If Aspen had read her mother's book, if she still had it, that was good, right? He licked his lips. The sooner they figured all of this out, the quicker he could get Lumen out of here. "Hey, I recognize that one." He put his elbows on the desk and pointed at Nabanita's book. "Isn't that one about a woman who grew up a Creedite?"

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

I consult her herb notebook and quickly locate what I need—Lupines, a plant known for its role in visions and clarity. I realize I've come across it in the library book Anne-Marie had given me, the one authored by the Abrego Wolves—Tales of the Moonlands. Flipping through the pages, I find a large picture and read about its supposed toxicity to the people in the Moonlands, conflicting with Azura's notes. "How were you able to ingest it, Azura..." I mutter, re-reading her words. Bang! A loud noise nearly sends me through the ceiling. I rush to the window and see Lucien leaning against his Jeep, grinning up at me.

“Ah. Let’s see: your whole life is a movie, Nectar, people only watch for entertainment, not to learn a lesson. They scrutinize every part your fucking existence to sate their boring lives with the satiating story of your miserable self. You and I know that for your arrogance you’re not the favorite, are you? I mean, your father seems to favor the dead younger sister more than the alive one, seeing as her face is everywhere with several support foundations and communities, while you rot in your own solitude. But… BUT YOU DO WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT TITLE.” Clapping her hands, Iyanu marches to the stage and grabs the microphone from the staff before making her way back to me. “Y’all remember t