Book Of The Beginning Novels & Stories

I finished it up. "It had all always been connected. Everything from the beginning was always tied to the end." She stood up as if remembering something. "What's wrong?" I asked her. She took out the page of the book that she had stolen. "EVERYTHING FROM THE BEGINNING WAS ALWAYS TIED TO THE END AND THE END WAS ALWAYS MADE FROM THE BEGINNING. THERE IS NO BEGINNING WHOSE END CANNOT BE SEEN AND THERE'S NO END WHOSE BEGINNING WASN'T ALWAYS TIED TO IT." She read out loud, her face turning pale.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Certainty’s book hovered above their head, its pages turning on their own, revealing the first choice ever made—the moment when existence decided to be something instead of nothing. The words on the page glowed with absolute power, and as Certainty’s stone hand reached for it, reality itself began to shift. Worlds that had chosen peace began to prepare for war. Children who had picked up books dropped them for weapons. Scientists who had shared their discoveries locked them away. The single fixed path was taking hold, and there was no turning back unless action was taken now.

This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power. ⸻ **BOOK TWO — CHAPTER ONE “The Blood Between Realms”** (approx. 600–650 words) The realm trembled all night. Not from battle. Not from Malik’s fury pulsing through the stone corridors. Not from the Underworld pounding at invisible gates. It trembled because of the child.

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

Before I could think anymore on it, the High Priestesses began to speak, “Before we begin, I’d like to invite the Alpha up to speak.” Rogan’s father, the Alpha rose and I was in awe of his large shoulders and muscular physique. I wondered what it would be like to see it as a wolf. I imagined his wolf would be terrifying and I tried to mentally prepare. He stood beside her now and looked around, “Awe High Priestess, it appears we can’t begin.” “Forgive me Alpha, but why cannot we begin?” “I requested all of the priestesses be here and I can see some in the background too far away to hear.”

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

“Like you fucking mean it.” There’s nothing revolting about his flesh. What disgusts me is the man himself. I close my eyes as I obey, hoping to get him off so he’ll leave me alone. His breathing gets heavier, and his breaths, and the slight squelching noises from my mouth are all that is heard in the room. “Touch yourself,” he breathes. “Push your fingers into your cunt.”

I walked around and saw all the books that were on the bookshelves. Everything is organized in alphabetic order, and each stack was organized into different genres. How can someone be so organized? I picked up a book that caught my attention and went to Aaron’s desk. I know that this is all wrong, and if Aaron finds out, he is going to kill me, but I couldn't resist all these books. I wore his jacket, and his scent covered me and made me more relaxed. Why does he make me feel this way? As much as I am scared when I am around him, he still manages to make me feel something I have never felt before. God, what is he doing to me? I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket.