Book 12 Aeneid Novels & Stories

He was too affected by it all to concentrate, but perhaps the silence of the library helped him collect his thoughts. He enters, looks for an isolated table, leaves his bag and goes to one of the bookcase aisles, looking for a book, any book. He was scrolling through the second row of books with his fingers, reading the titles, when a voice, practically a whisper, inaudible to any human, but perfectly perceptible to his ears, was heard behind his back. - We need to talk. Romeo jumps out and turns around and in front of him is Julius. Romeo hissis.

“Lucas, what’s that? I asked, pointing a finger at a path, covered by overgrown ivy. We moved towards it, drawn by curiosity. “I never knew this was here,” he murmured, his brows furrowed. “It’s like a hidden path. But where does it lead to? I asked. He grinned, a flicker of mischief in his eyes “ Do you want to find out?” He asked, his eyes begging for me to concur. I obviously couldn’t say no to that face, so I nodded. Pushing off the ivy away, the path led to further darkness and chills that made the hair on our skin rise. We went further into the unknown till we found a door. Lucas pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The musty smell of old paper and dust filled our nostrils. We

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

Killian gave Alys a curious glance but smartly backed up a bit for Aiden’s sake. “Now back to that book. It’s a book on mixed blood in general. All types of mixtures, hybrids, all that. Now it should be just around here…” Killian walked off back to the shelf he was at. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He exclaimed in triumph, pulling a large tome from the shelf. It looked very old and had a leather cover. Alys excitedly rushed over and tenderly reached out for the book taking it from him, Aiden had followed her and was looking at it over her shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes and sigh. “The curious cuckoo cupid downstairs–it’s most uncommon for creatures to draw so near and bother you, don’t you think…” Aeon’s voice trailed off as he tap his hand on his chin, looking like he was deep in thought. “What do you mean? What has this got to do with that stupid cupid?” I pushed the scroll back and take the book that has gold linings from his desk. Whoa! The author exerted much efforon making this book, but haven’t thought much about giving it a proper title.

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.

This book's currently being edited and minor changes are expected. This is where the book should end, I guess. Let us meet again at the start of another journey. Love lots and Thank you! ---Giuseppe Astrid

Wade gulped. “Just our friend,” Harold chanted in the most nonchallant manner he could manage. Wade was finding it more difficult keeping cool but the more he tried to wriggle himself free from Harold and Wilkes, the more he was stuck to them. It was like he was getting swallowed in a sinking sand. “Oh,” he said. “Where's she?” They all kept on walking. The Generals Building was right in their front and if they kept up with their pave for the next thirty seconds, they were going to be at the front of the building.

he asked. His brain still tried to process the information about him being the Ancient King. That was the most stupid thing he heard! The two stared at each other in silence. A moment later, Zenus clicked his fingers, and a book appeared. The old book looked familiar to Eleand—the one from Aserah’s library. The one he gave to Enkille in Velidia. “Enkille gave this to me last night,” Zenus said. He was hesitant before he continued, “She said when you’re ready, you need to read this.”

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.