Novel & Cerita Books Like Yellowstone

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

An anomaly that upset the balance of power in the supernatural world. At least they weren't hated by the entire supernatural community the way Unnaturals were hated. A gust of wind leaving my hair in a mess reaffirmed that he was here. And had just moved past me. My eyes glowed and even though I could see better now, there was no one in sight. By some miracle, my wolf eyes were amber and not blue. It made it easier for people to think the yellow that glowed in my eyes in human form were my wolf's since amber was a variant of yellow, sort of. Only Caleb had seen my eyes go from hazel to amber to yellow gemstones. Human, wolf and the other. Magic, my mother had said once. Witch. The only magic

He’s the only voice I actually want to hear up there. I shrug, stuffing a handful of sunny yellow ones into my elbow. “I don’t know. She’s too hard to read. She’d probably tell me they’re as stupid as I am, and that they don't buy her affection. But the only way to actually find out is by giving them to her, isn’t it?” "Perhaps." Skye sounds unconvinced. "She prefers books and rage to romance though. Just saying." “Maybe. Which is why I would gladly be the romantic one in the relationship!"

Because of his knowledge of and skill with animals, he often proved invaluable during the occasional encounter with a wild beast; especially those that were extinct on the surface. The second volunteer was a female named Alice. In her mid-twenties, Alice’s face showed the signs of wear and worry. Even so, the permanent creases that greedily occupied her young flesh didn’t deter from the sparkle of life in her dancing blue eyes. She’d weathered being orphaned right after the war and being raised within a group of wanderers that slowly fell prey to either the zombies or the aliens. Desperate for survival, she and the few remaining in her group migrated to inner earth. Completely unprepar

I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell. Again and again, nothing I found was useful. I nearly gave up when my eyes fell on a bigger book. It was actually one of the biggest books there. It had a yellow cover and I pulled it out, and glanced at it, my eyes glinting at the title, ‘Werewolf And Its Powers’. Flipping through it, the first pages had no significance so I kept on turning pages, hoping to dig out what I wanted. And eventually I paused, stopping to read what it was written.

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.