Book On My Honor Novels & Stories

"Someone stole my firstborn... and convinced me to spend sixteen years raising the wrong child. I have spent years bleeding for the borders of this territory, believing in the honor of our vanguard, while the truth was being chewed away by moths and traitors." He reached the central shelf and grabbed a massive, iron-bound leather ledger. The book was nearly three feet wide, its spine cracked and peeling from decades of handling. Marcus dragged it from the alcove and slammed it down onto the reading table in the center of the room. The impact sent a shockwave of dust into the air, catching the silver light of Elena's palms and twisting like ghosts in the dark.

It was understandable and it was still wrong and you were still the one who got hurt by it. I look at the bookshelf across the room. At the spines of three years of evening reading. Pack law and old bloodline texts and novels and one very dog-eared book on practical nutrition during pregnancy that I bought online three months ago and filed between two pack history volumes where I thought no one would notice it. He noticed it. Of course he did.

"Why are you bleeding on a book? Is this some kind of weird ritual?" Micha and I exchanged a look. Right. Zaki wasn't supposed to be here. "Uh… Zaki," I began carefully, "could you maybe—" Before I could finish, his phone rang. "Oh," he said, checking it. "Duty calls." The moment the door shut behind him, Micha and I let out a breath of relief. The Living Book trembled. Its pages flipped open violently, golden letters rising into the air, glowing softly. > "I must say… it has been a while."

“I mean if you need to Laura can stay the night or we can go there. I want to make sure you're really okay. Finding out how who and why has to be so hard after wondering for so long.” “It was hard but I am grateful that you called my mother to come over. I don’t know how but it helped me so much.” “I’m glad it helped and I have some other news if you’re ready.” I nodded curiously at what it could be. “I think we should sit down for this.” I now noticed he’d been holding a book in his hand. He held my hand leading me to the bed where we sat and he opened up the book. “Brace yourself.” I did exactly as he commanded and until I let out a good sigh I hadn’t realized he’d litterally commanded me

Liam has still doubt if he is going to tell the truth. The eyes of Lex, Imre and Senan were on him especially Mother Tree. They were all looking at him waiting for his answer. The three Alpha's wanted him to lie while Mother Tree's look was more powerful and wanted the truth on him. Lex was an honest man living an honest life and he was been like that since Mother Tree created them. "We.. We are not okay Mother Tree since the day we defeated Dark Lord." Liam undoubtedly exclaimed while looking at Mother Tree. Liam knows the eyes of Imre, Lex and Senan was into him. He can glance at the corner of his eyes but Mother Tree was more powerful than anyone and he doesn't want to lie to her.

I would not allow that to happen. “Erm, what can you say about that book you’re holding upside down? How about your reading? Do you understand? Oh my gosh, Brother Harris. Don’t pretend in front of me. I know you. Don’t use any alibis either. You can talk to me instead, you know that. I am willing to listen, just to remind you. Just like when we were in your mansion. That time then I listen to your stories, right. ” I arranged the book properly that I am holding upside down. I immediately felt embarrassed of my actions. Why is it that I didn’t fix it before I opened it and read it. Gosh! I am really out of myself earlier. It is evident.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was reading when someone bumped into me and…” “Zoey…” he says slowly. I sniff. Loudly. “I’ll accept any punishment,” I wail. “I’ll clean the kennels. I’ll scrub armor. I’ll…” He rubs his face. “You didn’t lose it,” he says. I freeze. He steps closer. “It’s under your arm.” I look down. The book is there. Silly me… how could I have brought it with me? A huge mistake. We stare at each other.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

I winked at her. “What exactly do you believe?” Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Knowledge is dead? Reading is below you? Teamwork is actually everyone else doing all the work while you sit there and breathe?” I sighed dramatically. “Yes.” He positioned himself so that I was right beside him, able to see the page he was on clearly. I saw Ava and Damien tense, but they made no other move. They couldn’t, without drawing attention to the situation. Hugo didn’t seem to notice as he pointed to the words and read them aloud. I was only half listening to his lecture, much more focused on the wolves he’d upset. After a moment, Damien cleared his throat.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.