Book Arc Novels & Stories

Actually, stupidly, embarrassingly happy in the way that sat warm behind my ribs and refused to behave professionally. I picked up the second bag before my face could finish announcing this to the room. Inside was a book. Small, worn at the edges, the kind that came from a specific shop rather than an airport. I turned it over. Architecture. Edinburgh, specifically. Old drawings of buildings that had never been built. I looked up. He was watching Brynn try on the scarf. He wasn't looking at me. But the book was in my hands and it was specific in a way that airport gifts weren't and I pressed my lips together and looked back down at it.

A few attendants were dusting the higher shelves and returning books to their proper places. I moved deeper into the library, running my fingers lightly along the spines as I went. I had missed this. For the first time since arriving in this pack, I didn’t feel trapped. I felt like myself again. I was about to reach for a thick book on the history of the northern territories when another title caught my attention. The Art of Sword Carving. I paused for a moment before my hand immediately reached for it. The book was surprisingly thin. I pulled it free and turned it over in my hands, studying the worn leather cover.

Near the back, I found a narrow gap between two fallen beams. There was something beyond them. I lifted the lantern. Shelves. I squeezed through. The small alcove on the other side had somehow survived better than the rest of the archive. Three shelves still stood. Barely. I reached for the first book. Nothing. The second. Nothing. The third had burned nearly in half. I almost put it back. Then I saw one word. Luna. I went still. Carefully, I opened the book. The pages were brittle.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

Isabela let go of her embrace, then pushed Archie's arm—ordering him to move to the other side of the bed. The Hybrid chuckled, then moved to the place where the orange-haired boy was. Dave looked ready to welcome Archie's arrival. He immediately held out a few books in front of Archie while wearing a big smile that showed two blanks in his lower teeth. Without protest Archie accepted the book, then read the writing and looked at the front cover of the book one by one. His attention was drawn to the only dark purple book with a picture of an old castle surrounded by bats and crescent moons. "A vampire and a hybrid?" Archie unconsciously read the writing on the bottom cover of the book.

It was a strange size, looking more like a journal, jammed between Whispers 2 and his hardcover edition of Dark Forces. He touched the book’s spine, fingers trailing down its pebbled surface. He was about to pull it out, had his finger hooked on the spine’s edge, but he figured it was probably a collector’s edition he’d bought at Arcane Delights, the used bookstore in town. That’s all. Scanning the shelves unsuccessfully for something else interesting, John brushed off his knees and stood. Something swished down the hall.

Through our bond, I felt the immediate, freezing wall he was building behind his eyes to keep the rising tide of his mania locked down. “We are done hiding,” he said. He took my arm. “We go back. Bram locks the sections of exit in the pack and every elder must appear in front of me until I find who touched this book.” We left the archive and climbed up the hidden spiral stairs in total, suffocating silence. The narrow stone conduit felt significantly colder than before, the sub-zero winter wind rattling the iron-reinforced windows high above our heads. My mind refused to leave the raw, white paper fibers where the final page of the ledger should have been.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave