Books By Tamora Pierce Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD)

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Holding her hand out, she said in a firm voice that sounded musical, “Rise, Fergie, and tell me what you have brought to me.” Fergie stood straight and proud. “My queen, I bring to you, Esmerelda. She came through the portal of Prismatica.” Queen Mila’s thick brows raised high as she turned her head to look at me. “Step forward.” Before I could get my body to respond, Fergie grabbed my upper arm and pulled me next to her. “She opened the portal,” Lila said. The stately woman looked directly at me. “Is this true?”

I stuttered, he stopped walking towards me and ran his hands through his unruly hair. “You were 16, you were a kid. We haven’t had a pair of fated mates in this pack since before your father was Alpha, I’ve been researching for two years about what this would mean for you, for us.” “Well…what did you find?” “Not much, just that fated mates are two souls blessed by the moon goddess with her magic link she pulls from nature, those texts are safely guarded by the witches of the world. None of the witches I’ve traveled to see would let me anywhere near them.” His head hung low.

I think. I am drawn to a door set into the wall, in an out of the way area. I reach forwards and open the door but before I can gently close it behind me, a great gust of wind whips it out of my hand and it slams against the wall. As I look around the small room the sound of breaking dishes fills the air and my eyes are drawn to the young woman crouching down to pick it up. As I move closer the amulet grows warm in my hand, as if letting me know I had found who I was seeking.

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

She just wanted to know if running away from Lucas doesn't mean running into another kind of trouble. I continued with my words, "so, did Bertha die in the flames or not?" "Rumor has it that she arose like a phoenix from the flames, with a new body. But those were just lies. Bertha was a witch with many potentials but regeneration wasn't part of it. Her life was short lived. She was one of those witches with no immortality, so how could she have been Reborn from a phoenix flames? Her lineage had no phoenix, and you cannot easily siphon a Phoenix's powers. Except maybe she's a cursed one. only a cursed phoenix has limited powers."

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

I say. Once the door shuts and the wolves settle outside like statues, Paige sits on the sofa with Jaxon pressed to her side between us. Callen and Remy stand behind her. Parker keeps one knee pressed against her thigh. My hand finds her waist. We’re all still touching her in some way. Ronnie pulls a leather-bound notebook from his satchel and clears off the coffee table. “Start talking,” he says. “What happened?” Paige explains everything. The tether, the vision, the fire in her hands, the words, ‘Rise, my Twiceborn.’ The second heartbeat feeling and the wolves awakening.