Book Matched Novels & Stories

I reached into the bond, into the deep, burning heat Caspian was pouring into my skin, and I used his strength to anchor my own. I called to the dried blood on the leather book ahead of us. Mother, I thought, pouring my First Moon will into the air. Answer me. The dark stains on the cover of the journal did not glow... they ignited. The dried blood on the leather burst into white-hot heat. The book in Helene's hand turned instantly to a block of searing fire, the heat so intense that the silver bindings melted in a second. Helene shrieked in agony. The sudden, blinding pain made her drop the burning book. Her hand jerked back on instinct, the silver dagger slipping from her fingers and clatt

He must know for sure now that I was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” I nodded, surveying it. It was all there. I had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” I said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they led me down the alley.” I continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

“But you won’t catch me.” ⸻ They moved to a side table, cleared except for a deck of black-edged playing cards and two glasses of whiskey. Luciano sat opposite her, his posture relaxed but his eyes unblinking. Aria stood just behind him, her hand brushing his shoulder—a silent tether to keep herself grounded. The first hand was dealt. Luciano’s fingers were steady, but she could see the tension in the small movements—how his breathing was controlled, how his gaze flicked not just to the cards but to Isabella’s every motion.

The perfection of the scene was suffocating, but that was why I quickly noticed something out of place. They had a shelf of books here in the living room, and the book seemed to be arranged by colour rather than alphabetically. The colours were also ordered in shades, from darkest to lightest on the shelf. So the dark red book between books of lighter red, stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around only once, I stood up to investigate. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a book on pack history, unsurprisingly. But when I moved to put it back, I noticed the black button tucked behind the neatly arranged spines.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

Her stomach turned at the word again, pack. She slid that book away too. Her heart was beating faster now, a dull thunder behind her ribs. Another caught her eye. Slimmer, the lettering was softer, the cover worn, but still well kept, The History of the Mating Bond. Curiosity prickled. Or maybe dread.

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

I shove it back onto the shelf, the motion stirring a cloud of dust that stings my eyes. Finally, in the dimmest section of the floor, I spot it: A History of the Mate Bond. Its faded red leather cover is cracked with age, barely holding the book together. My heart sinks as I pull it free. The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms.

He added, “you have to get the book that you want from the box machine where the eggs are stored. The box machine has claws that you use to get the egg from the box.” “Hmm, sounds like a gacha-machine.” Maxill smirked at the thought. “Exactly! I made it like this because of what I learned in the slots. It’s gamification, but for books!” “Ok.” Chastine smiled; she was ready to play the box machine so that they could get the codex in no time. “What book are you looking for?” “It’s called the Herb Codex,” Juste answered Duke-X as he waited in anticipation whether it was available at Makina’s library or not.