Book 6 Of Iliad Novels & Stories

Alanna hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand. “Don’t say such things.” Yet, I saw the look in her eyes. Jack grinned, still holding her hand. “Then I’ll take that as your agreement.” Alanna was about to reply when her phone suddenly rang. As soon as she answered, the anxious voice of my former teammate, Lionel Schumacher, came through. “Where are you? Lewis is in trouble! The driver who crashed into the sea during this rally? It’s him!”

*Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works* (From the floor of Katrina's office)

Every glowing red book on Serith’s bookshelf represented the Serithian wars that had been fought over all these centuries. Blank pages and words that wrote our accursed fates to lift a curse ages old. Sixty wars were written by sixty different Messiahs and Saints, but the rest six were for us to write. Every pale book between the red books were the records of a time period that existed between two Serithian wars. My sixth war ended today, the sixty-sixth book should end today. I walked beside Zephyr, who was peering at the sixty-sixth book. It was opened at its last blank page, but words weren’t appearing on it.

Nerezza's Point of View There was a bonfire raging at the back of the house. Flames licked up at the sky as if nothing else existed. The smell of roasting pork wafted on the wind. From my stance in my room, I could make out the top of it perfectly. Sometimes I noticed figures dancing inside the flames as well. Faces of people I had loved and lost. Priamos was unconcious on my bed. Passed out from blood loss and trauma. I had tried my best to patch him up. Healing had never been one of my strong points. Destroying things, now that was a different story entirely.

quoting the words of wise men, he added, "we've been at war last night and by that, we proved that the precious gem was worth to be trialed. Indeed, it was Below the high place, at the foot of the stage, Jun snorted quick enough not to be observed above. Well, he was right. He sailed across the Great Sea with a fleet full of improvised armaments and trained soldiers. By endpoint, He lost his men by hundreds. He threw his precious books to the fire. Then, as what the point to see clearly as to why war had caused, it's only the purity of friendship they were having this insane war

Shaun turned to Priam, looking at him with a serious face. Priam pulled a chair and quietly sat down as he crossed both of his legs and arms. "You know the story of the cruel king right? The story of King Lycaon." Priam said, smiling. "And he is my father?" Shaun said. Priam chuckled, "yes he is. And there's more to him than being your father." he paused and pulled out a book behind him. "This is the same book that I have left for you in Loki's hands. And I'm sure you haven't seen it before." he said, handing Shaun an old book.

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The name on the page wouldn’t stay still. It shifted, swimming around in red ink that bubbled up like blood from a fresh cut. June’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the covers of the wooden book clicked together like bones. “Dante,” June managed, voice barely there. “Look. Look at the last line.” Dante leaned in, holding his breath. He reached for the wood but jerked his hand back, like the book had scalded him. “That can’t be. He was right here with us. We saw him. He fought beside us.”

‘Never again, if I return home after eight months, will I never see you again, Your Highness. Then, only the sound of horseshoe hooves and the carriage's wooden wheels creaking against the gravel could be heard in the carriage. Illarion Black was reading a book, in front of him, Amanda looked stealthily at the man. And Illarion was aware of that. “I read a philosophy of war book in ancient runic script, you understand?” asked Illarion without looking at Amanda. The girl was surprised that the Black Prince realized what she was doing. Amanda then shook her head.

"And trust me, it's getting cooler and I am getting interested and all the way in." Mercury said moving closer to the statue to have a good sight of it. "Be careful." I told her as she tried to touch it. Then she found some words carved in the book held by the soldier. "Okay. What do we have here, another Viking writing. Let's see what it says" I came close to have a look. "Hebrews chapter six versus nineteen. The blue walls?" Mercury read out as she looked at me in confusion. "The Bible. You must have one Mercury, you have a book shelf don't you?"