Book Blessed Novels & Stories

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

The surroundings were filled with Buddhist factors, which were absorbed by his body. He looked at the two rows of bookshelves. He had an eye on that multi-colored scripture at first glance. Upon seeing that book title, Alex shuddered all over. Buddhism Is Initially a Way was surprisingly written on it. Seriously? He remembered that it was a novel of some sort! Could the Grand Bodhisattva have loved reading novels?

The key was Mars’s most sacred possession; it was the one bastion the invaders—his stepmother and her brood—had never managed to claim. He ran a finger over the spine of the book he’d plucked from a familiar nook, expecting the worn comfort of a re-read. Instead, his fingertips met unblemished leather. He didn't recognize it. There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“That was smart.” “It’s just the beginning,” I replied. That was only the first crack. Very soon, the entire structure would collapse. Caleb suddenly straightened. “Oh right,” he muttered before reaching inside his coat. My eyes followed his movement curiously until he pulled out an old book wrapped carefully in dark cloth. Immediately, my heartbeat quickened because I recognized the book without even trying. “The Book of Life,” I whispered. Caleb nodded slowly. Josephine’s eyes widened in shock. “You actually brought it here?”

“Ermm…what choice do I have? This house isn't mine. You don't have to thank me.” “Oh! I insist.” She pushes the bag into my arms. “Come on, open it.” “O-kay…” Reluctantly, I slip my hand into the bag. I take out the object. It’s a huge book with a hard leather back. I flip it over, only to see three words embossed in gold. Wait, it is not just any book. A Bible! She got me a Bible? My head snaps up. “You got me a Bible?” “Yes!”

His harsh, silent voice was still in her head after he left. “You needed to say oposite thing, but you still have feelings for her”, Arnes heard Beka’s voice behind him. Her eyes were dark, and about 20 girls from the shelter, which Amy used to run, were next to her, all of them looked the same as she did, enchanted. “What are you doing, you suppose to stay out of the cells”, he said harshly. “You belong to me, and all of them will soon!“, Beka hissed and raised her hand toward him, which threw Arnes on the floor.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head. Lucas, never one to let silence breathe for long, spoke again. “Speaking of losing your mind,” he said, his tone shifting from mockery to something more serious. “I sought some spiritual guidance on your behalf.” He pulled a thin, leather-bound book from inside his coat. It was his pocket scripture, a book of ancient pack laws and prophecies he carried everywhere. Sliding it across the table until it rested near my glass, he told me to look at page forty-two. He tapped the spot with his finger.