Boom Shakalaka Book Novels & Stories

Now, there is an upcoming war and a prophecy states that I will kill the vampire king. I can't even kill a goat! And I will have to lead a pack, seriously? It feels like it's all getting worse. I can't get things settled with Luna, she is avoiding me. I walked slowly to my class while I scrutinize the book. I opened the first page of the book , it consists of different topics. 1, 'A Garou' 2, 'Origin and traditions' 3, 'Shape shifting (the five forms)'. Jack approached me and I immediately covered the book. It won't be nice for him to see this.

The ancient book looks even more imposing up close, its gold leather cover etched with symbols that seems to shift slightly in the muted light. “It’s fine,” I say quickly, offering him a small smile. “I haven’t been waiting long.” He places the heavy tome on the table between us with carefully, as though it were an egg. I glanced up at him. “So that’s where he came from?” Shawn pauses, his fingers still resting on the edge of the book. “Who?” “Kaal,” I answer, watching his face. “Alpha of the South.” Just like he'd said. His movements stills for a brief second, just long enough for me to notice, and short enough to go unnoticed by any non-observer, before he continues adjusting the book’s po

Alesya looked at Bianca and held both hands expectantly. Alesha's hands trembled at Bianca's words, 'Why are my hands shaking? Was my heart terrified of turning away from Steven? But it is impossible. We have been in a relationship for one year. Our love is not that fragile. God, keep my heart and heart together. I'm terrified.' Alesha thought.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.

Chapter 2 little-angel POV As the eve of the Shadowboom Unveiling approached, my excitement mingled with a sense of worry. I could hardly contain my anticipation, but a nagging fear crept in, making me wonder if I could endure the wait any longer. The burning desire to discover my destined mate consumed me. "Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, jolting awake as the whinnies of the horses pulling Full-moon's cart echoed through the house.

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Each of the bonfires seemed to be sitting on top of metal plate, surrounded by mounds of sand that seemed to contain the flames and keep them from spreading out into the verdant fields that danced and swayed like water. Then there was the Shifters. They frolicked, they thrummed, and they engorged the area. Everywhere Brandon looked there were Shifters. And suddenly as Ezekiel and his brothers appeared the masses began to flood towards the Mansion. Faces and eyes turned their way. Mantilo appeared suddenly, his long black hair looking fresh braided and heavy brown robes, with cuffs dipped in golden thread, covered his large upper body and breezy brown pants ending in heavy boots accented his

"Bang." He bent a little and pulled her feet while she was in a hurry to run and due to that sudden pull she lost her entire balance falling on the face first. There was a table inside the room which was barely visible in the dark. Her forehead banged on the corner of the table marking her wince in pain. "Ah..." A scream left her mouth as she landed on the floor with a thud sound. She cursed herself for being reckless and welcomed another round of upcoming humiliation or tortures.

I am so royally f*cked, and not in a good way. "Tell me," the king says, "Do you know of the rumors about me?" What an odd thing to ask. "The half-wolf rumors?" I say. "Sure, who hasn't? People like to talk." "They're all true." Huh? True? Is the king actually insane? Sexy and crazy? Not my favorite combination, I have to admit. "I'm a shifter, Hera," he says. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I respond.