Book 16 Odyssey Novels & Stories

They only gazed into each other's eyes. Mariana's eyes flickered to his lips. The strange man noticed it too. Mariana wanted him to take the initiative and close the distance between them. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to know if his lips were as soft as they looked. She wanted to know if his fingers could make fireworks explode in her heart when he trailed them down her skin. She wanted to explore his body and memorize every part of it. Suddenly, Calliope neighed menacingly and started to thrash around. This startled Mariana and she immediately released herself from the strange man's arms.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

I was standing in the center of the library, staring at a first edition of The Odyssey I had bought years ago. I wasn't seeing the book; I was seeing Clara's face, flushed with defiance, accusing me of forcing a straightjacket onto her brother. The heavy silence that had fallen over the house after her dramatic departure was grating on my nerves.

But until that happened, doubt and anxiety bounced me around like a well-struck Syd piñata. I really wished I had more faith in myself. All of that went out the window as Fergus paused near one of the old wooden bookshelves. His smile was brighter than the moon outside and more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. One hand came free from his grip on Galleytrot and reached out to stroke the ancient wood. "Oscail," he said, Shaylee recognizing the Gaelic. "Open for your Keeper." Green magic flared to life as the bookcase softly swung inward. ***

I place it on the table, I open it up to the first page I could not believe my eyes as I stare the words in the book. The place that we are living in is The Red moon Pack, I went through the book, and saw it was a list of names of all the pack members. I was so into the book that I did not notice it was dark. I decided to leave, I grab the book and headed out of the office. When I got outside, I walk back to where I came from, I made it back in ten minutes, as I enter the pack house I smell a good aroma of food, that lure me into the dinning hall where everyone was at.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

“I had to literally drag him here.” “This better be worth it,” Jax muttered, brushing Isaac’s hand off as he folded his arms. “Thank you all for coming,” I said, standing. My voice shook, but I pushed through it. “I know this sounds strange, maybe even crazy, but I need you to listen.” They watched as I pulled the old book from my bag, its cracked leather cover glowing faintly under the light. “Aiden and I found this a while ago. It has a prophecy in it. I want to read it to you.”

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.