Book 16 Odyssey Novels & Stories

"But I can think of a few ways to practice." "Oh really?" I teased, flipping a page. "Like what?" There was no answer. Instead, a hand appeared in front of me and it lifted my chin. I met Lucas' beautiful eyes. The light of the fire made it glint and I immediately noticed the flecks of hazel in them. I wonder what mine would look like with the fire. But my thoughts were halted as Lucas neared his head towards mine, our faces inches apart that I smell the hint of Bourbon on his breath.

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

Little by little, with the help of her wolf, she progressed and now that her mate had fucked up, they feared secretly for what might happen to her or what might become of her. Lucas was brought out of his thoughts by Chaos hard tone as she gave an answer to Lucien’s question. “That was why I came here Luce. I’m still thinking about it but in the meantime, I wanted to ask mum to call dad’s friend Hephaestus, the god of dwellings, furnishing, weapons and fire… there are some things I have in mind that I wanted to discuss with him...” And then Chaos launched into details of the things she plans to carry out.

On it rested a book, ancient and bound in worn leather, its surface etched with the same symbol that had appeared repeatedly throughout my journey. I stepped forward, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for it. “This is what we’ve been searching for,” I said quietly. Adrian placed a hand on my shoulder. “And it’s time we understand it.” I opened the book slowly. The pages were fragile, yet the ink remained sharp, clear, and deliberate. Symbols, diagrams, and instructions filled every page, a complex web of knowledge that seemed to span centuries. “This is… incredible,” I whispered. “It’s everything.”

But at the very bottom of one trunk, beneath yellowed sheets, her fingers had touched something strange. It was a black leather, bound book. Its cover was scratched but strong, the edges stitched with red thread. On the front, pressed into the leather, was a symbol she had never seen before, a crescent moon crossed by three arrows. Her breath caught. Something about the symbol made her skin prickle. It looked like it belonged in old legends, not in her mother’s private things. With shaky hands and curious mind, Olivia opened the book. The first page held a sentence written in red ink, almost like dried blood:

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

The movement is too smooth and perfect for any living being to muster. Then comes a slow inhale, as though she’s tasting the air...tasting me. Her grin widens in a way Olivia’s face was never meant to move. “Did you miss me?” The End of Book I.

With a quick prayer to God for help, Louisa kneed him in the groin as hard as she could and took of running. "YOU BITCH!!! JUST LET ME GET YOU! I'D KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!" he roared in pain. "HELP!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" Louisa screamed as she ran, the corridor-like area was all of a suddenly empty, she could have sworn there were people around, though far away. Now there was no one. She risked a glance behind her, the creep was quickly gaining in on her and her heart almost shredded to pieces with despair. There was no saying what he would do when he caught up with her and she wasn't going to let that happen too. She bumped into someone all of a sudden causing her to come to a hal

My shaft appreciated it greatly. “Where did you hear that word, you silly dragon?” “Orion and Willa wrote a book,” I said sheepishly. My face grew hot. Remembering what one of the rutting baskets held. I snatched the book quickly and hid it away so Odessa could not see. “And what did it say?” Her eyebrows raised along with her smile. “Many things,” I coughed, rolling over to my back as Odessa and I stood connected to each other. Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms.