Babel Tower Book Novels & Stories

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Grace asks. “OMG YOU TOO?!” Jamie is shrieking with excitement now. “Grace I’m not surprised at, what with the fact that your parents have practically tried to raise you Amish, but Zee? C’mon, your parents own a frikkin’ video store. Zoolander’s like, the king of VHS movies. Ashling, tell me you’ve at least seen it.” I nod my head, already knowing where this is going. “I need to use your laptop Ashling,” Jamie says. “We’re taking a trip to the Pirate Bay.”

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Isabella only chuckled in response. Isabella guided me towards the spiral staircase and climbed up. While climbing, I couldn't take my eyes away from all these books. Some books were floating as though they had consciousness. And I also noticed that these books were imbued with high-tier spells. Some books were even chained up as we went higher into the tower. We finally stopped when we reached the top, and Isabella suddenly motioned her hands. A few heavily chained, thick books flew over and floated around us, glimmering with spiritual energy. The book seems agitated for some reason.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

Every worker had. As I rounded the corner, my eyes widened in surprise. The table was beautifully decorated with an array of delicious treats and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused, but delighted. “I didn’t know our cafe caters to special requests, but not at the back.” “It’s for you,” she replied, a grin spreading across her face. “Someone special requested it.” Before I could ask any more questions, I heard footsteps approaching, “Can I have this time, please?” Caleb said as I turned, looking so edible, and, oh...each held a bouquet.

A massive red beam of light shoots up from the tower, indicating that the first tower of Septen in the bottom lane has been taken down. Sir Borracho is still fighting. I know he wants to win for his friend, Prince Salinas, and for Bonbon as well. I run down the path towards the dock, where a clinker boat is waiting for me. A clinker boat is constructed with overlapping edges of hull planks. I approach the dock, watching the flashes of light from both camps. The attacks from each side continue.

Tasha says, shaking her head a little to clear her hazy thoughts and Evarius sets her down. Tyrus and Damion are already on the boat and Tasha and Evarius follow them. They can’t see any other boat. Carl and his men probably left in some other direction or maybe they came in from the other side and their boat is parked farther away. Tasha settles herself inside the small boat with the Valkyrie Opus in her hands. As the three men talk about Carl, she examines the book. It has a brownish cover that has been tied around with a thick thread. The pages are made of papyrus and cotton. They have been sown together and the writing is clear and concise in black. It is Latin. Tasha has been reading so

“Looks like one, from what I’ve heard. I’ve never actually been to one. My family isn’t exactly friendly with the vampires after what they did to my mother.” “Right,” she says, looking back into the bowl and frowning. I can feel her anxiety through the bond. “What is it baby? What does this image mean?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her protectively. She looks up at me. “This is the locator spell. That creepy mansion is where Laris Bevan is living and where he’s possibly hiding Levana.”