Body Snatchers Book Novels & Stories

“Sorry, Dad, but I don’t believe in fountain magic anymore.” I set my bag on the ground and pulled my book out. I bit my lip as I looked at the beautiful blonde on the cover. The men that surrounded her would be more than enough to satisfy any woman. I knew it was just a picture, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to be her. I opened the book and began to read. I had just made it to chapter two when the book was snatched out of my hand. I jumped to my feet ready to rip whoever had taken my book apart. I froze when I found myself looking at Timothy. I held my hand out. “Give me my book. You can not just walk around stealing stuff.”

Her expression a soft smile that does not reach her eyes. The Ashbournes did not control corporations. They controlled connections. Underground networks. Information. Debts. There were no public balance sheets for her empire. Only consequences. Behind her stands her butler. Brown-haired. Slim. Unremarkable. I try to memorize her face but when I look away, I couldn’t recall it. My pulse ticks up. We are not gathered randomly. Selection implies limination. Crystal glasses chime as sparkling water is poured. The sound echoes too loudly in the vaulted hall. Somewhere across the room, another table laughs too hard. Someone else wasn’t laughing at all.

"I'm grabbing a bite with a friend who's got connections at the precinct. I'm seeing if he can sneak us a copy of the evidence files." "Bro, I've got a hunch it's the same crew involved in this mess." "The same crew?" Neil hesitated for a beat. "You're not talking about the ones who swiped the Book of Medical Remedies, are you? They were after that book. What's that got to do with Ximena and Rana?" Helma's lips were a tight line as she spoke, "I'm not sure, but doesn't it seem like the scene was wiped clean a little too perfectly? Kind of like those car accidents we've seen before?"

“Is everything alright?” “Alpha Morgan wants to see you two in his office,” “But I’ve been there before. He asked me questions and I answered them correctly, cleared my …” “This isn’t about the blood bags,” my dad interrupted Caine. “It had to do with the book of the supernaturals. It was stolen”. ***** Book of the supernaturals? First the Seeker Wolves book, and now another book called The Book of the supernaturals. He stood at the center of the office, still confused with what was going on.

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

My fork scrapes the plate, the sound grating in the silence between us, and I don’t ask again. When Vivienne doesn’t show, I say I want to return to my room. He leads me down the hall, unlocks the door, and before shutting me in, slips something into my hand. A book. Paperback, creased spine, ugly crime thriller cover. I take it without a word. No thanks, no reaction. Just grip it until the lock clicks behind me.

"...he wasn't the only one." --- Nathan Hale stepped beside Evelyn. "There was a small group." "Doctors." "Judges." "Police officers." "Researchers." "People who believed Edward Vance's original vision had been corrupted." Ethan nodded slowly. "They became Sanctuary." Nathan looked at him. "Yes." --- Daniel reached into his jacket. "When Marcus and I escaped..." "...I took something." He removed a small leather notebook. Old. Worn. Its cover was stamped with a faded silver cross. Victor's eyes widened.

I passed by once or twice, just enough to hear their laughter echoing off the velvet walls. Once, I paused in the hallway when Sabrina ran out, yelling for popcorn, her mismatched socks skidding across the marble. She didn’t see me standing there. But I saw her. All light and all innocence. Something I didn’t think could still exist in this world. Something dangerous, too. Because I wasn’t the only one watching. Later that weekend, Sebastian and I were in the study. We’d just finished going over shipment schedules and internal security rotations. He was leaning back in his chair, sharp eyes scanning the blueprints for the East warehouse, but I could tell something was off.

Sienna The suffocating silence of the bar seemed to press down on my chest like a physical weight, making it incredibly hard to draw a full breath. I slowly pulled my hand back out of the hidden compartment beneath the dark marble counter, my knuckles scraping lightly against the wood of the interior frame. Wrapped securely in my trembling fingers wasn't a stash of unmarked cash, a black ledger, or a modern weapon. It was just a book. A thick, heavy, dust-jacketed volume that had been tucked away into the hollowed-out space of the bar.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.