Novel & Cerita Booktok Growl

Slowly, I turned my head, scanning the trees. Nothing. Just shifting shadows, the outline of branches twisting in the dark. I let out a breath, shaking my head at myself. Get it together, Evie. I took another step. Then I heard it. A low, rumbling growl. My pulse stuttered. I wasn’t alone. The growl came again, deep and loud, vibrating through the still air. My breath hitched as my gaze locked onto something between the trees—two eyes, gleaming gold in the darkness.

A sound I don’t hear so much as feel—vibrating up through the floor and into my bones. A growl. I freeze. It comes again. Slower. Heavier. My hand moves before my brain catches up. I reach for the curtain. Part of me screams not to. But I do it anyway. I pull it back. And he’s there. Closer than he’s ever been. So close I can see his breath fogging the glass. Golden eyes locked on mine. We don’t move. His gaze burns through me, steady, claiming. The growl rumbles again—low, resonant, not angry.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

Ivor said, his smile slipping into something serious, "So, you're telling me your thoughts are being taken without you even noticing?" The way he stared me down made me shrink a little. But I still nodded. He didn't ask anything else. He just drew a deep pull from his pipe, then let out a stream of smoke. Only, the smoke didn't fade. It circled me, curling tighter and tighter until it all rushed into the necklace around my neck. That cat puffed up, hissed at me, and arched its back as if it were ready to fight. I froze, shivering so badly that my hands went numb, but I didn't dare move.

A guttural, low growl tore from deep within my chest, shattering the quiet of the library like breaking glass. I burst through the final row of bookshelves, the sheer force of my movement sending heavy texts crashing loudly to the floor. The beast beneath my skin roared to life, my vision tinting a dangerous, predatory blue as my wolf surged straight to the surface, demanding blood. Caleb spun around, his face instantly draining of all color as the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the stone floor.

I hiss with as much restraint as I can manage. Boot glances at Marinah, which only pisses off Beast more. Boot's sharp eyes snap from her to me. Fear dances in their depths. Beast sees prey that he will gladly tear apart and sends a rumbling growl from deep in my chest to my throat that comes out as more of a roar. Boot flees.

My eyes flicked up from the book in front of me to glare at the small window next to me, where there were two birds perched on a branch outside looking as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. The moon was shining brightly overhead, but the sky appeared cloudless. And not just that - when I looked down at the book I could see it glowing dimly with some kind of weird glow. There was no light reflecting off of it whatsoever. The glow looked almost magical, and my breath hitched in my throat. It felt almost like magic - maybe I was seeing things but what was worse my wolf growling and snarling inside of me , telling me that something was very, very wrong.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I hold the answers you seek, but I won't open myself for you to see, the cold heart of the devil may have been thawed but a greater pain he knows not will occur." The book said as it floated and shined bright. Axel had a face of arrogance and anger on him. "I am not interested in your games or folklore. Open up this instant!" He commanded and the book opened up. The tone he used was a hard and harsh one, he opened his hands and sent a wind to the book.

The movement is too smooth and perfect for any living being to muster. Then comes a slow inhale, as though she’s tasting the air...tasting me. Her grin widens in a way Olivia’s face was never meant to move. “Did you miss me?” The End of Book I.