Ascendance Of A Bookworm Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

Suppressing my desperation, I matched his casual demeanour, concealing the wild energy that surged through my veins. As we approached the entrance to the library, Alyssa stood nervously against the wall, clutching weathered books with worn-out spines. Her eyes met ours, and a small smile danced upon her lips. "Found something interesting, Alyssa?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of eagerness. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I found these old books in my attic," she replied, tightly gripping them. "They contain stories about Lycans that go back centuries."

he gazes poisely at me. Hold on a minute now, I should be doing the work he's doing, work I don't even know of. I am lost here now. "Do enlighten me here then?" "You know Lyka, you really have a lot to learn. I am sure you already know that you are the next alpha in line or do you need to first read that in some big book." his baritone voice is calm that it is killing me. Wait a minute, he knows that I go to the library. I don't hide the surprised look on my face.

Alexander 's POV “You can’t run from your name—” His voice dropped, a growl threading through it now, not quite alpha command but close enough to make my pulse stutter. “I never tried!” The words burst out louder than I intended, echoing off the bookshelves. I shoved to my feet, mirroring his tension, the chair scraping back like a challenge. “You think I don’t feel it? Every time I walk into a room, it’s *Blackwood this, heir that*. But I’m not you, Damian. I’m not the prodigy who shifted at twelve and toppled a cartel by eighteen. I’m just... me. And right now, ‘me’ is buried under hexes and homework, wondering if there’s more to life than being your shadow.”

His eyes flickered with both longing and fear, and I felt a thrill of power surge within me. I stepped closer, my fingers grazing his cheek, the warmth of my touch sending shivers down his spine. “Embrace me,” I urged, leaning in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “You are mine. Forever.” 7 ELIAS Her words swirled around me, intoxicating and dangerous. I was trapped in her spell, torn between the desire that consumed me and the horror of what I was becoming. The asylum had morphed into a labyrinth of despair, each turn leading me deeper into madness.

Astrid Tristan wasted no time deepening the kiss. He walked me backwards until my back hit one of the bookshelves that lined the wall. The collision hurt, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around Tristan and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer. ‘This is a mistake,’ I thought. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’ Tristan’s fingers slipped into my hair and he titled my head to give him a better angle. I moaned against his lips as he pressed himself firmly against me.

"By uniting our kind. By reminding the world of the strength running through our veins. And by reclaiming what is ours — by fire, by blood, and by magic.” --- With Selene absent, I focused my attention on the big grimoire laid across the pedestal in the middle of the room. It was an ancient book, passed down from generation to generation of witches, containing spells and rituals that had long been forgotten. I reached in its pages, freezing on a ritual that made my spine tingle. “The Rite of Ascendancy,” I whispered, fingers tracing the words. It was a magic of unparalleled potency, the kind of spell that would extend my might to heights unheard of in creation. But it demanded tremendous pre

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”