Awsten Knight Book Novels & Stories

I might have gotten past them seamlessly, but what if it was simply foreshadowing the doom I was going to walk into sooner or later? The cells were carved into the lower western wing of the pack house, cold and buried deep beneath stone and steel. I moved with purpose , only slowing when I'd reached the final corridor, the one with the reinforced cells. My palms were slick with sweat, but I wiped them on my cloak and inhaled a shaky breath before slipping inside. The wolf was still there and I didn't miss the chain that held him back and how blood streamed down the side of his face and body. He has his head hung low and just when I thought he was asleep, he tilted his head lazily.

Kai’s warmth anchors me. He’s sprawled beside me, half-asleep, his shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, the faint gold shimmer of his magic pulsing beneath his skin like a heartbeat. His arm rests over my waist, heavy, protective. The faintest sigh escapes his lips, and for a moment I let myself believe in peace. But peace doesn’t live here. Not in Ashwyck. Not in me. The book he found—the one that started this unraveling—is open in my hands, its ink still faintly glowing, the script alive and writhing in places as though the paper itself resents being read. The air around it hums like something breathing. Something waiting.

She had sacrificed her life to save the pack. She had given up everything to set me free with Chloe. She was strong, brave, foolish, and heartbreaking. She was the most incredible wolf I had ever known. And it had taken me so long to realize it. "Yes." I raised the dagger, aiming it at my heart. "I am." "Then let it begin." The crone began to chant an ancient incantation, her voice echoing through the stone hall. The altar began to glow, runes crawling across its surface like living things.

Zeke kisses me like he’s trying to steal the very last piece of me before the chaotic, demanding world snatches us back entirely. Warriors move with purpose everywhere around us, the metallic clang of armor mixing with the low murmurs of command. The entire pack perimeter is humming like an agitated hive just moments before a swarm, perched on the brink of an existential war. It feels ridiculous, really, to be kissing in the dead center of all this intense military movement…and yet, somehow, it feels perfect, like the last sense of normalcy with everything absurd going on.

“I don't think it works that way, child.” “That's what they said about AIDS too.” She clicked her tongue. I stared at her, hard, longer than a second this time. “I don't even want to know, I swear.” Susan pulled me up and led the way as her cackle filled the air. Fifteen minutes later, we were standing outside the bar. I was really starting to wish I could apparate, but I was no elf, neither was I a Dumbledore.

Edwin rolled his eyes, But nevertheless, he controlled himself. "you will love the castle Abigail, especial, Prince Azian, he is the best of it all" I nodded smiling weakly my hand reaching into the small leather bag I had carried with me. I felt for it, my hands feeling the bag till my fingers touched it. The enchanted knife I would use to kill the dragon prince. One strong stab, right into his little heart. ---------------- I stood right outside the castle.. It was large and tall. I wondered how we couldnt see the it from outside the forest, clearly it was way taller than the trees..i guess it was magic. Too Many mysteries.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

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.

ARWYN My body was pressed against another, radiating warmth that made me reluctant to wake, hoping to prolong the blissful sorcery enveloping me. My lashes fluttered open, revealing the familiar sight of books and towering shelves—I was still in the library. Surprisingly, I remembered the conversation I was having with Jagger about the dragons and Thrystan's brother, Nerys, whom I accidentally killed two years ago in the Spire. That mission haunted me for months, rendering me unable to function properly. I could only imagine how Thrystan must have felt, losing his older brother to such a horrible death.