Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

It had been a long time since we started the tour. I was tired, but also rather thrilled. The estate was beautiful. There were no extra pieces of furniture, only what was necessary. The last place to visit was the library. The library was huge. All the covers of the books were black. They were gorgeous. My hands itched to trace the title of the books. “Do you love books?” Dela asked. I nodded. “Back at home…” Dela held up her hand. “This is your home now. There is no other place in the world that is your home but House Silverclaw.”

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

' Her dad asked ‘ a friend encouraged me to read something I would not normally read’ she replied absent mindedly, touching a few books until she stopped and pulled a book out. The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it

“Had their own. Before most were lost.” His arms folded, leaning slightly against the wall. "It’s not just a book. It’s memory. Knowledge. History. Lore. But it only responds to those born of, or bound to, that species. No outsider can open it... no matter how hard they try.” His eyes softened further, tension flickering beneath. “It’s how the sacredness stays, pure. Protected. Unique.” Mae’s mouth opened, but no words came. Her eyes drifted back to the book sitting between her and Ashar, soft pulses of silver-blue light still thrumming through the stone floor beneath it.

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

The room was dimly lit and I walked through the rows of shelves slowly, studying each book before moving to the next. This large chamber was my family’s library. While change is said to be a constant phenomenon, I liked to make jokes about this room being the only thing I knew that wasn't subject to modification. It held information about the realms, historical pieces, information about the other realms, and classified information on how our family’s business is run and it left me wondering why anyone would leave the door open given that visitors from the other realm were in our home.

>> Adam [28 years ago] I sat under a tree in the backyard of my house that had no boundary to define it and it extended on a vast plain since there were no houses beyond mine. In a distance one could see the forest in which the only purpose of going was to hunt rabbits and if by chance we could find any other animal worth eating like a deer than that too. Being the Alpha’s son it is a bit weird that we live in our own tiny house but we actually don’t have a pack house. Unfortunately, because we’re a poor pack.

Luca finally stopped at a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “Inside.” Raven hesitated for half a second before stepping in. The room was large but not extravagant. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, casting shadows against the deep mahogany furniture. A massive bed dominated the space, its black sheets crisp and untouched. Her stomach twisted. He brought her to his room. Luca stepped in behind her, closing the door with a soft click. “No more dungeons?” she muttered. He crossed his arms. “Not unless you give me a reason to put you back there.”

So, if there is any way I can help, I would but certainly not to bring him to my house tonight. “I understand you, Ethan.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “However, can you find your way back home? Do you know the address of your home?” “I do.” he said, as a sob arose in his throat. “But, I won't say anything about it.” “Why not?” I asked, crinkling my face in surprise. “Don't you want to go home? Look around, Ethan. You can't stay here. It's neither my friend's home nor mine. It's a hospital. So, you have to go home.”