Book Hounds Novels & Stories

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

books that weren't about architecture or history, but about the world they had run away from. He pulled a heavy, leather-bound volume book from the bottom shelf. The cover was dusty, the pages yellowed from how old the book seemed. He flipped through it frantically, his heart hammering against his ribs, until he found what he was looking for. He slammed the book down on the table, pointing to a hand-drawn illustration. It was the broken wing. "Look," Theo whispered. "Tell me that's a random tattoo." Mia looked down, her face going pale as she read the inscription beneath the drawing. Her voice was a mere breath. "Hunters of the Silver Moon."

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

I groaned, tired of reading about magical creatures I have already known existed, and the ones I haven’t even heard of before, but still, no huntsman. I grabbed the next book, larger than the others and graced with a lock over the cover. My fingertips drug down the locked book, wondering why a book like this would be sealed in such a way. Turning it over, there was a small key taped to the back. Upon pressing the key into the lock that graced the cover, I clicked the lock alive and the door into the library did the same and opened up. “Mate, where are you?” Justin growled. “I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—”

Curiosity tugged at her to go to the library. She got out of the room and followed the path Alice had described. The library's doors creaked open, revealing rows of shelves stacked with books. The air was a bit dusty and cobwebs hung around. She wondered if people hardly came here. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one titled: “The Lunar Bond, The mating of wolves” Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy book. She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations.

The cheerful, warm tone in her voice was lost the instant Jennifer seemed to follow his line of sight and realized what, or rather who, Hunter was watching. The window next to the back garden belonged to the library area of ​​his house, which was also the library of the entire city and which Hunter always left available so that all members of the pack could visit, get the books they wanted and so that children could do their homework. So it wasn't strange to see a group of young wolves there, like the one that was standing between two of the shelves full of books now, right in the middle of the room, and perfectly visible from the angle from which Hunter and now Jennifer were watching them.

I said quickly, holding up a scroll I had grabbed from the hallway. He looked at me suspiciously but eventually stepped aside. Once inside, I let out a breath of relief. The library was massive, with rows and rows of shelves that seemed to stretch into forever. I felt small standing there, but I couldn’t let that stop me. I started searching, my fingers brushing over the spines of books as I looked for anything that might hold the answers I needed. My mother’s story echoed in my mind, giving me clues to follow. Finally, I found it—a book about old alliances and rivalries between packs. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, scanning for anything that matched what Mama had told me.

It's been an hour since I arrived at De Sylvano mansion, but the king was still missing. As soon as I walked in his room, a distant heady masculine crisp cologne hit my nostrils I was so familiar with. A gentle smile touched my lips. His scent seemed to soothe the burn in my chest. I wish I could introduce him to Mr. Harrison. Though I knew he would warn me about him seeing the dark aura around the Italian. But Mrs. Harrison would love him being the kind woman she was. Don't go there Cassie! You're nearing the line you shouldn't cross.

I grunted. After hours of research, I was about to give up and turn in for the night when something caught my eye. A small blue-black book peeped from the corner behind the other book on the shelf. It looked a little older than the other books. I slipped it out and opened the first page. The first three words I saw were “THE RAVEN WOLVES.” My wolf and I howled for joy because we had been searching for hours for this tiny book. I opened the next page and started reading through it.