Book Roar Novels & Stories

It was even more difficult to defeat than the Flame Pyroar. Darryl used to read about the Pyroar in an ancient book. 'A Flame Pyroar?' Loona's exquisite face looked stupefied. 'What a weird name.' Roar! At that moment, the Flame Pyroar discovered Darryl and Loona. The fierce beast got on its feet and howled loudly. Subsequently, it let out a fireball targeted straight at Darryl and Loona. The air turned into a sea of flame everywhere the fireball flew past.

Roxanne came out of nowhere. Arlen shut the book at once, fearing she may get upset for snooping. But Roxanne merely glanced at the cover and flipped through the pages, eager to show them to him. "This is a history book. It holds a compilation of important events concerning the Kingdoms of Slora. It's is a special edition from the forbidden library, and you're not allowed to read it." She took her seat. " But I can read it to you," Roxanne added when the youngster lowered his eyes.

My lungs were burning. "The Hideout," Rook grunted. But the bar was a disaster when we got there. It smelled like spilled beer and gasoline, and the whole place had been trashed. Rook started swearing—long, loud, and angry. "Dammit, they tore the fucking place apart!" he hissed.

Roy walked stealthily into the thick forest. He stepped on tree branches and therefore made some crunchy sound. He turned his head to notice Cara who was right behind him. The rest of the pack were scattered across the forest as everyone strived to be the first to catch an animal as Roy had claimed. But he won't let Cara to leave her sight as it was the condition he gave to her if she was to follow him. He stretched his hand towards her and flipped his fingers back and forth. In no time Cara walked up front and walked on right ahead of Roy.

The Beast looked at her, and he asked her. "Why don't you open the door yourself? And I got a feeling that you will love it." The Beast move to one side as Rosabella place her hands on the door handle, and she pushes the door wide open. Rosabella gasped in amazement as she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing, and she strode into the wardrobe with the Beast in tow. Rosabella gently touched everything, and she held the jewellery in her hands.

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

*Boom* And the world grew dark

POV: GUS I sit in the back of the car, windows rolled down a crack, the evening breeze brushing past like it wants to warn me, but I’m not listening. I never listen to warnings. Not anymore. I see the city spread below me, every street, every house, every light a piece I can move, and I feel that old familiar rush, the one that makes my pulse quicken and my stomach tighten at the same time. Control. That’s the word. I want control, not chaos, and tonight, the pieces are moving exactly the way I planned.

I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves. I slid the black book out and moved my fingers over the delicate gold calligraphy over the surface of the hardcover. It was beautiful. I flipped the book open and scanned its yellow-stained pages as it's showed depictions of werewolves, the werewolf trials and the full moon and its involvement in the cycle of change. "That's my great grandfather's book." I turned around to see Damien standing a few feet away from me. He had removed his mask earlier and every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but look at the scar across his cheek. I suspected that he hated it but if anything, it made his rugged beauty stand out.

Guiding her ball of moonlight into the doorway. “Holy shit!” Trent exclaimed, striding inside. My Luna and Andrew followed him. When Zoey and I made it to the doorway, we were met with walls of books. From the scent of them, they were very old. Brianna pulled a large tome from a shelf; she sniffed it, making a face, like she wanted to drop the book immediately. Instead, she gritted her teeth and opened it, her eyes roving over the pages. My guess, as Wyatt Fontenot’s mate, she could have only become a beast like him, or a wolf, at the least. Much of the magic of a rougarou was kept secret within their packs. Rumors had it, they could see and sense more than an average wolf; I had heard stori