Block Tales Ao3 Novels & Stories

(completed) Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) 3. Follow me under the same name on different social media platforms. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.

Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her. “Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe. “It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty. “What is it you’re looking for?” Selene glanced back at Lylah. “The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…” Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair.

“The pull feels like gravity. Like if I don’t follow it, I’ll tear in half.” Arthur inhaled sharply. “Tyla,” he said quietly, “that’s the tri-bond.” Reynold stared between us, confused. “Tri-bond? You mean the old myth—?” “It’s not a myth,” Arthur growled. “Not anymore.” The mark burst with a flare of white light. Reynold stumbled back. Arthur steadied me. “Tyla—slow down,” he urged. “If you let it take over—” “I’m not letting it,” I snapped. “It’s doing it on its own.”

He stepped closer to Sable until their shoulders nearly touched, and the air around them steadied into something dangerous and clean. “I’m done running,” Caelan said. The Hollowpack man watched the space between them—watched the way the bond tightened the air like a drawn blade. Then he turned and called into the darkness behind him. “Rowan,” he said. “We’ve got a Bondborn alpha in our tunnels.” A second figure stepped forward—taller, older, eyes like flint. A woman. Her hair was braided tight, and she wore a scar across her cheek like a warning.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

"My Girl, Amaia." Kei wrote this book for her! "Can you turn the book to the last page?" Kei softly said. Amaia slowly opened the book and looked at the last page... She then saw a velvet blue box in a square whole inside the book. She almost forgot how to breath when she opened the little box. She immediately saw a diamond engagement ring, and it was the most beautiful thing! Kei then knelt down, as he lovingly stared at Amaia. "Will you continue writing the next chapters of our lives, Amaia? Will you marry me?" he finally dropped the question.

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

Silas wheezed, his stormy sea-grey eyes bright with a final, terminal clarity. Lyra Thorne was at the feet of the Curator-Hand, her transparent form looking like a charcoal sketch against the black void. She struck the hand with her obsidian blade, but the impact was absorbed by a "Transaction Barrier"—a wall of glowing gold symbols that represented the "Reader’s" final bids for the "End of the Saga."