Bark Books Novels & Stories

He keeps talking, filling the jeep with his voice—low, light, annoyingly pleasant, occasionally dropping into that serious, husky rumble that sets my nerves on edge. He starts recounting a story about a clumsy elder named Barnaby who once tried to move a ward stone with a backhoe, resulting in two days of rain inside the pack house. He’s clearly trying to relax me, trying to paint a picture of a normal, if slightly eccentric, community. My nerves, however, are a tight tangle of knots. The wolf is still silent, the silence almost deafening after Zeke’s recent outburst of Alpha power. I reach for the radio and crank the volume, needing a loud, jarring noise to break the heavy tension and Zeke’

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

Deep down, I thought to myself, "Your dad is no saint either. I, too, am capable of doing the same things as him." The sensations coming through my palms continued stimulating my brain. It felt like a fire was crawling through my veins, rendering me restless. More than that, the burning desire within me was like an erupting volcano about to tear me apart from the inside out, tempting me to take it another step further. Just as I was about to reach my breaking point, Jerry got to his feet all of a sudden. He had his arm over Maya's shoulders to support her as they headed toward the washroom.

"Brook is playing a dangerous game with the Bates syndicate because he lacks the teeth to hold his own perimeter. If he imagines using your old flames will fracture our pack law, he vastly underestimates my resolve." Brook watched us from the edge of the blood-altar, his warm, fake smile failing to hide the sour scent of his rising panic. He didn't possess a single ounce of genuine affection for Corrie Bates; quite the opposite, his inner wolf despised her elite posturing, especially knowing her bloodline had once been entangled with the Alpha King.

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she wal

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."

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