Novel & Cerita Book Series Like The Mortal Instruments

He didn’t feel dark magic or anything in her. “It’s fine.” He said and she instantly dropped her other hand. He let her wrist go and she stepped back moving quickly over to her bags. He watched her the entire time. What was it about these mortals? Why did some of the most powerful fall for such weak creatures? Then again there was more than just physical and he had seen some mortals with wills stronger than any he’d ever met. In his cell he’d heard them curse the gods and keep taking the pain. Guess there was something to these frail creatures, he just didn’t see it.

''Today a little while ago he was talking about alchemy , philosopher's stone , elixir of life and what not '' Arthur replied . ''You mean the professor is researching on the ancient myths of the past ?'' asked she . ''Yes ,do you really think it's possible to bring back dead people to life ? and no person can have eternal youth w will all grow up and die someday '' Arthur replied . ''YOu are dumb there must a reason behind all of this this sis all he's left with now after your mom has gone away '' Layla said looking away . '' Yes you're right after mum has gone away he has gotten himself indulged into more and more research he does'nt cry also '' Arthur replied .

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

Anders got there first but the Warriors had already covered Mylena and he grabbed his Alpha as the other man fell to his knees and howled his pain, ‘No, no fuck no this cannot be happening again’ Sirius struggled but Anders held on until the Pack Doctor stuck a needle in his arm to sedate him, it was the only way. When an Alpha loses his Mate in a violent death it can lead to a lot of bloodshed as they go on a rampage, but this was the Lycanthrope and he had already lost his first Mate to the humans, losing Mylena would send him into ‘carnage’.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Refused to be consumed. Outside, on the battlefield, Myrra flipped through a brittle tome she had salvaged from the ruins, her hands trembling. "There has to be a way," she muttered, voice desperate. "The First King, he didn’t just seal Erythos. He severed his connection to the mortal realm. If we can find..." Erythos' voice boomed across the battlefield, silencing her. "Your ancestors were cowards, clinging to an illusion of control. You will share their fate."

She settled on the last one. “The crosses,” she said, nodding as they walked under another one. “Don’t they bother you?” He looked at her, not understanding. He looked like he’d been lost in thought. “Don’t crosses hurt vampires?” she asked. Recognition crossed his face. “Not all of us,” he answered. “Our race is very fragmented. Much like the human race. There are many races within our race, and many territories—or covens—within each race. It is quite complex. They don’t affect good vampires.”

Amy loosened the strings and I got into my night wear after having a long bathe trying to remove the images of all the dead bodies which got buried today. To remove the images of the families of those dead warriors who broke down infront of me. To remove the sounds of their cries which can never be reduced because they lost someone who cannot return. This is want I have to do everytime they go for a war just for that land. Sometimes we lose and sometimes the Hulind Kingdom. But lives are lost both the time. I lay on my bed drifting off into sleep wishing that there is something that can be done by which all these can be stopped completely….

Well beyond the borders of these soft Alpha Princes was the real battle for supremacy. You see enough murder, backstabbing and blackmail between families and pack members, you inevitably become numb. Too many fights and betrayals to even count. The instant I crossed the threshold of that place I knew I'd never go back. I wasn't seeking any kind of position in the pack yet the bigger I grew and more intense my wolf looked the more rumours spread that I was out to cause trouble. I knew my time was up there before some Beta thugs tried to handle it themselves. The one thing I never expected was to do it alone, after being rejected by my mate.

Hey guys, I apologise for the delays with the edits for this book. I appreciate everyone that has stuck by me and my characters as I traverse the difficulties of juggling life and the love of writing for you all. Chapter 70-Alpha Ceremony is now the official ending of Book 1, A Deadly Obsession, and I hope you can all be patient with me a little longer as I get through the changes for the beginning of book 2, Blood-Moon Rising.