Book 22 Iliad Novels & Stories

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We do have something in common. “Hey,” I greeted casually, startling him in the process. He quickly closed his book as I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and moved towards him. “Hi," he mumbled shyly. “…sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He explained nervously, lowering his face, and my hands itched to grab his chin and lift his gaze to mine once again. “No need to apologize, you were engrossed in your book.” I responded, watching him intently. “ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands.

She raised her voice a bit. This time, he decided not to talk. He only stretched his hand to her story book shelf and and took out her favorite book, Gorgor. He flipped through the pages of the book as Lilith just watched him with all curiosity. He flipping till he stopped at the exact page that illustrates where prince Andreas was pleading to his father king Radia. He chuckled a bit on how the images where represented with stick drawings and drew the seat from the table beside him and made himself comfortable on it before he spoke to her.

"One more soul to sacrifice, three more souls to die, one more soul to live, and six more souls to dignify." Wasn't that the infamous prophecy called 'the prophecy of the cursed Power and girl'? Closing the faith book in a hurry, she stumbled out of the cage, hurriedly lighting a fire to erase what she had written earlier on it. No, this can't be right. She can't let it happen. Never.

My hand was tracing the title. ‘Lilith, grab the book and run quick’ Irene shouted in my head and wasting no time I tightened my grip on it and took it out of the shelf, attaching it to my chest as if it was something precious to me. But the moment I pulled the book, a hand appeared in front of my eyes, long nails, skin cling to the bones, no muscle, big dark spots on hand make them look ugly but scary too. ‘Adrian run out of the library, I found the book’ I shouted from the depth of my lungs and ran towards the door but it got closed by its own.

“This is the only thing I owned that was just for me.” Igor watched me, his expression softening completely. “Keep it. It is your armor now. It is the uniform of the free man.” Finally, I retrieved the book Leo had placed on the sofa earlier: the thick, dense edition of Thucydides’ History of the Peloponnesian War. I opened it to a random page, and the quiet scent of old paper and dust hit me.

he states as I nod. "Thank you" I almost whisper, he smiles. He moves to a backpack on the floor. Coming towards me with a book. "This is a history book from the ancient library of the Lycans, cost me a pretty penny a long time ago" he adds. "After you've read it; you decide what you want to do" I nod sadly taking in the old leatherbound book in my hand.

Ryan asked. THE END OF BOOK II