Novel & Cerita Ascendance Of A Bookworm Audiobook

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Miles later, under a tree split in half by lightning years ago, I finally stopped. My hands shook as I opened the book, i flipped the pages fast. The letters seemed to shift when I stared too long, like they were alive. Near the middle, I found what I’d been searching for: “Ascension of the Apex.” The words promised power bigger than any wolf, bigger than any man. The power to become the thing that made hunters afraid. Beneath that, in small red letters, was a warning but I didn’t fucking care. Then I saw Dad’s face, his eyes going empty, his hand slipping from mine, his last whisper: “Live, Lucas.”

On the desk before me glowed the array—perfectly formed, every rune and line alive with my pale-blue fire. I hadn’t just assembled it; I had breathed life into it because I desperately needed something I could use as transport. The symbols shimmered as though my energy itself lived in them. “You are awesome, Juno.” A male voice said, jolting my senses. I knew it was Ascendant without turning. Their Aura has darker desires than Initiates. “Thank you,” I whispered, smiling softly. I hadn’t expected anyone to discover this. That was why I came early. Artifact Studies was the only class where an attendant’s work was recorded directly by the Hall of Artifact itself, and whatever you created was c

I replied coldly before taking the flight of stairs to my room. "I think we should refrain from talking about the mysterious girl around him for now, his moods always goes sour, maybe he would be better when she eventually wakes up." Thanks to my werewolf hearing I could hear Ava advice the rest as I made my way up the stairs. I surfed the internet for books related to descendants of the goddess and I saw one. It was about one of the descendants of the goddess. I purchased the book and read it, it was about the biography of one of the descendants, I found a place where she had discovered more about herself in a particular book.

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

“Dad says she's just a poor potion maker. Which is not big deal. It does not mean that she is a wizard. And if I think well, that will be your skill limit too… If you're lucky enough to have the memory she has.” The girl, though affected by the boy's words, did not show this. “What are you reading?” Elizabeth got close to him and saw on one of the two pages where the book laid open an image of an odious creature, looking like a giant, with no hair on his head, not even where the eyebrows were supposed to be. But he had a lot of hair on the rest of his body, as if he were an aurochs. “A book for advanced students.” Indeed, the book had on the other page almost as many words as the whole book

I say, and he gives me a disappointed meow. I move around my greedy cat to my small sofa and collapse. I turn on the TV for some background noise as my mind begins to wonder over everything I learned in Werewolf history today. I have an exam in another class that I need to study for, but my mind can't seem to focus on anything besides The Werewolf King. He has always intrigued me and today was the first time my professor has brought him up all semester. Every human knows who Octavius Bishop is, but there isn't much public information about him. The book I happened to find in an old library isn't very detailed either, but it does list his ancestors.

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

- Crystal's POV - I pushed open the door to the study. As soon as I entered, the odor of books filled the room. Five large bookcases stuffed with books on philosophy, economics, military, and management. Every book looks old. I took down a few random books and saw handwritten annotations in each one. It seems Arthur could become the most famous Alpha by virtue of his hard work and erudition. Seeing so many books made my heart settle down a little. I've heard that the books one has read will melt into his bones, blood, and thoughts.

in her body tensed as she listened, waiting for the slightest sound that would give her pursuer away.“Timbre…”The whisper came out of nowhere, cold and low, sending a chill down her spine. Her name, spoken like a secret, a warning. She whipped around, scanning the trees, but there was nothing—no one.“Timbre…” The voice came again, this time louder, more insistent, and strangely familiar.Her heart raced as she stood up, her body poised to run. “Who’s there?” she called out, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound brave.The shadows in the forest seemed to move, shifting in the corner of her vision. A figure materialized from the darkness, its form cloaked in black, its face obscured