Books Like Anita Blake Novels & Stories

Anita became excited "Hey slow it down...things are not going to be easy my dear. Let's go." Constantine took Anita to his manor and she was surprised that he could aquire such a big house and still choose to be an Exorcist. "So what do i start with." Anita asked feeling excited in his library Constantine brought out some books from his shelf and dropped it in front of Anita "You start with reading." "What!. Dracula...succubus...Beelzebub... Exorcism scroll compilation. Why do i need to read all this?." Anita shoved in disappointment

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

I jab in the side with my elbow and I say, oops, sorry, I did not mean to do that. I go back to my book and I continue watching Stella and Christian’s lives play out before me, I cannot believe that this is the last book in the series, I want more from Ana Huang, she is an amazing writer. When Blake is reading Twisted Lies, I will have nothing to do, so I think I will take a nap.

But the books she was talking about were those thin and small ones that fit in a man’s pocket. “Great! I’ll give you a copy of my book..I hope you like it..” She handed it to Anita. “Whoa!.. You wrote this?! This is thick!! So many words… Would I be able to finish it? Oh..goodness.. It’s all in English, isn’t it? Would I be able to understand it?” Anita was ecstatic to have such a book. The smell of the brand new book gave her excitement. But she was also intimidated by it.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to

And whether she liked it or not, that made her a target. I headed back to her room and let myself in. If she wasn't going to tell me where she'd gone, maybe her belongings would. The room was exactly as feminine and frilly as I'd expected—all pastels and lace and delicate furniture that looked like it would break if you breathed on it too hard. But the books on her nightstand told a different story. I picked up the first one. The Art of Blade Combat: Techniques and Strategies. The second. Mastering Self-Control: A Guide to Mental Discipline.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“We haven’t fed her in two days. We put a tracker in a piece of rice ball and let her loose. She’ll be so busy wolfing it down she won’t even notice she’s swallowed our eyes and ears.” Before I can say anything else, the door swings open again. Anya walks in with a pile of old books pressed against her chest. Her dark hair is a mess—clear evidence of her sleepless nights spent digging through Jareth’s shelves and the library I gave her permission to use. She drops the books on the table with a thud. “I think I found something.” She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out.

But the most stunning part were the bookshelves that lined the walls filled with books. Eriyumilai’s barks echoed off the walls and he jumped. His startled expression melted Clarissa’s heart. He ran around in circles before darting further into the cavern. “This is where Onyx Sage Blake will wait for his instructor, who should be coming along shortly.” The little lady suggested timidly. Blake nodded, his eyes riveted to the immense number of books. More books than they could read in their combined lifetimes. The wealth of information stored here was wondrous.