Books Like Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

I grab the grimoire with the bloodline protection sigils, just in case, and a smaller one filled with locator and detection spells. At the bottom of the shelf, half buried under a stack of mismatched tomes, I find the thin volume that started it all, the one with the mention of Lycans. The sketches, the folklore, the half translated notes in the margins. I trace the cover with my fingers before placing it carefully on top of the others in my bag. Once the books are secure, I zip the case and carry it to the bedroom.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Eyes may change shape, hands will change, and hair and eyebrows will gradually thicken and change color. She snapped the book shut and opened the next one. ...The belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself and may go back to prehistoric times... Grabbing the last of the books she’d taken down from the shelf, she flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

Not a question. They moved to the side corridor, the long, cold hallway where the pack stored ceremony chairs and old winter coats. Caleb had been in this hallway a hundred times. He did not think about the fact that it was the same hallway where Aria had used the only mirror she was permitted access to. He had not thought about that. Gregor reached into the inside pocket of his formal jacket and produced something small. A slim book, the cover worn soft with age, the kind of wear that came from being handled often by careful hands.

I snapped at him while leaving the office. I went upstairs to my bedroom, and I put the books on the bedside table and the first one I grabbed was called 'The History Of Morda'. I poured myself a drink and I sat on the bed and opened it to the first page. It was established in the 1300's and it was a mystical land full of creatures that didn't belong on Earth. Someone didn't want them to be extinct, so they created Morda and sent the creatures to live there. Dragons and beats and Ogre's. Dangerous creatures. Why would anyone want to save those animals?

Alex pecked her cheek and she smiled in her sleep Alex kept on staring and watching her till he also fell asleep. •• Gregor walked into his bedroom after the long shower,he was already in his pajamas. He grabbed a glass of wine a maid had brought earlier for him before he proceeded to open the private lounge which his room leads to. The lounge is almost like a library because it's filled with books,aside being a computer expert and a technology lover,he's a book freak. He spends his free time reading all sort of books and all that.

He stomps inside the room, searching for something in the bookshelves. “Why did he let you read that? You should read about the caste system of the pack, as well as the creatures that coexist with us here in the land of humans,” he rants before grabbing a brown leather-bound book and opening it to a specific page. He gives it to me and takes the other book away. “See here? This is about the different supernatural. This part here is specific for the wolves.” “Was there something wrong with the other book?” I ask curiously.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my