Books Like The Naturals Novels & Stories

In this world, very few could genuinely understand her pharmaceutical concepts. She kept her poker face, reiterating, "I'm not the one who bought the medicinal herbs yesterday." Natalie raised an eyebrow. "As for the content in this notebook, it's admittedly absurd." Natasha went along with the misunderstanding. Natalie's face showed growing disdain. A proud smile emerged. "Oh?" "This notebook is my everyday companion for documenting my pharmaceutical studies. As a beginner, I'm bound to make some mistakes," Natasha explained. The more Natalie listened, the more radiant her smile became. She was seemingly pleased with Natasha's explanation.

Instead, what I saw made my wolf let out an instinctive, low growl. The place was a disaster. The medicine cabinet had gotten the worst of it—obviously raided with pure violence. Rare dried herbs were scattered across the floor like trash, and the wooden barrels had been kicked over. What really set my blood on fire were my grandmother's private collection of ancient books. The covers were torn to shreds. One of them was her favorite: Natural Diet and the Wolf's Balance. She used to sit in the sun, pointing at the pictures and telling me, "Chloe, let's make the pan-seared salmon from the book tonight. It'll help your strength recover."

So I changed into something comfortable and made my way through the pack house, quietly asking a servant where the library was. They pointed me toward a wide hallway that opened into a massive room with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Heaven. I ran my fingers along the spines until I found the catalogue I was searching for. About healing, herbs, magic, even old texts about elemental connections. I picked a green book, titled “The Gift of Nature: Ancient Healing Powers and Their Origins.” I tucked it under my arm and slipped outside to the gardens. The fresh air was calming, and the rustle of leaves gave me a strange sort of peace.

The music blaring in the background, people of all shapes and sizes conversing and having a good time. Nadia walked to the bar to order a drink to get her nerves in check. It wasn't every day she was meeting a possible Sub. Usually, Nadia was a Sub, but after her last Dom. She shook her head to rid the thought. It was better to be a Dom. At least this way, she wouldn't have to give up the life she loved, especially since she'd lost her trust in everybody. Thanks to him, she dare not think his name.

Every king of hell could not stay out of it. In an instant, the remaining kings of hells also rushed over. Someone said, “You are the inheritor of Ksitigarbha? As expected, you’re powerful, but Nature’s Book is the nether realm’s treasure related to its normal operation. It must never be taken away by outsiders. So, please return the Nature’s Book to King Sandros!” Although Nature’s Book was currently in Blaze’s hand, everyone could tell. Most importantly, they had to depend on Alex’s attitude.

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.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

“Humans can’t sense that, though.” “No, but the energy makes them uneasy. It’s like a natural defense mechanism that drives them away from anything supernatural.” Lucas nods, and Natalie looks up, relief on her face when she sees me. “Callie Martin, right?” She extends her hand to shake. “You own that cute little bookstore called Novel Grounds downtown, right?” “Right.” “That’s what I thought. I’ve been meaning to stop in and grab Erin Rylie’s latest book.” “We have it, and it’s good. I read it in one sitting.”

Annie looked among the scuffed bookshelves of the used bookstore they had decided to check out. Fingers trailing over the pastel-colored spines as they browsed through the parenting books. She knew that she should feel excited about the triplets, but the more she thought about it.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”