Book 9 In The Odyssey Novels & Stories

⸻ Julian examined the torn edge. “It wasn’t damaged.” “It was cut.” “Recently.” Elias searched the room. “They were here before us.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “The Nine.” “They didn’t find what they wanted.” “No,” Elias whispered. “They found exactly what they came for.” ⸻ A soft chime echoed through the hidden chamber. Everyone turned toward the round table. Nine candles stood before the empty chairs. Without anyone touching them… One candle ignited. Then another. A third. Within seconds, all nine flames burned steadily.

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

“Three pinches Rosemary; two pinches dill; one spoonful of crush lavender. Boil in one cup of water with black licorice for one hour, at a high boil. Leave it to cool overnight, then force the vampire in question to drink it in its entirety. Of course, this is useless without the ceremony that accompanies it. One must chant the ancient Latin script, used by the church used for thousands of years—” Caitlin’s heart stopped. As she turned the page, she saw that the next page in the book, the one with the ceremony on it, was torn in half. She could not believe it. Half of the page sat loose in the book, between the pages, displaying only part of the Latin ceremony. The other half of the page was

’ thought Darryl optimistically. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed that one of the tiles on the floor is different from the rest. He knocked on it—clearly hollowed out. He lifted the tile, and to his surprise, he saw a brown paper wrapping around something. He uncovered the item and was shocked to find a secret manual. On the cover of the manual wrote: Ascension of the Nine Dragons. ‘F*ck, what book is this? The title sounds impressive’ thought Darryl.

It was no wonder he could not access her location, even as the Alpha. Rowena had once served as an Archivist. The lost northern continent was exactly the kind of destination favored by elite research teams. "Book me a flight north," Garrick said at once. "I am going to find her." - The journey north was perilous. Even research teams under military escort required more than a month to reach the Fallen Temple. Garrick traveled alone. Despite his status as the strongest Alpha of the Snowclaw Pack, he nearly lost his life more than once.

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

They continued wriggling their way through the dusty shelves then at last, Trisha stopped in front of a shelf, stood upright; to her full height—Wilkes and Harold doing the same, too, and pulled out a book that looked like it'll powderize at the slightest touch. With her middle finger, she deftly picked the book from the nine others arranged in the same row and with the two still accompanying her like bodyguards, they moved to the nearest reading table and sat on the rickety chairs. FRANCIS’ JOURNAL, 1993. “Any idea what the page means?” Wilkes texted Trisha and Harold on his phone before Trisha flipped open another page of the dry, brittle journal. “None,” Harold replied. “I think that's t

I ask as I carefully lift the cover. “No. All I was told was to give it to you. I think it’s about mythology. Or maybe it’s that one Greek novel. The famous one with Homer and the dog that remembered him years later.” “The Odyssey.” “Yeah, that one. I read it in school, though I don’t remember it being that long.” She takes another drink of coffee. “I thought maybe you were Greek or something.” “Nope. I’ve never even been to Greece.” “That’s weird then.” She shrugs, finishes her coffee, and uses the bathroom before she takes off. “See ya later,” she says.

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

Like she was actually there. An hour passed in silent bliss, Nine now completely relaxed now with her resting on the chair's back, eyes staring at the book. Though she could not read the words well, she liked the cover on it. There was a man, with a woman around his arms. Both staring at each with a look in their eyes, a look that Nine found herself wanting for some reason. "Do you like it?" Nine rose her head up now as Lucas peered at her from a corner of the book. "You've been staring at it for a while. Would you like to read it?"