Calamity Book Novels & Stories

I don't have the answers to his questions, if I did have them, I would have given them to him, and moved on to the next hell fate throws at me. But still, Caelum insists we talk, he insists he will hurt me until I break to bits of me, but how? I'm already bits of the girl I used to be. The girl that never grew into a woman, the one that hurt so much, she only knew one language. Caelum wanted us to find common ground, switching between all the languages in my file when he had at least two bottles of liquor. He didn't try one language, the one language I'm fluent in, pain.

They maybe have no Idea what Calamity is, but I assumed, they are thinking about the same description stated in the dictionary. Well, it's similar, but if Calamity described in the dictionary as an event, the Calamity that arriving is actually not an event but a name for the formed creature that is similar to the black dragon. But isn't the Dragon haven't fully formed yet? It's core- I mean it's heart is still not found. And I know it wasn't me because I'm a hundred percent sure I don't have it. So, how did this woman said it's coming?

Hello again lovely readers, Welcome to A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret! If you are joining again for this third and final book in this trilogy, welcome back! For those of you who read the first two books, Dillon and Zoe's story was happening concurrently in the timeline with the other two so we are going back in time a bit, but rest assured, this book will take us beyond book two, to the end of the line for the wolves or Dark Fae. Only time will tell who prevails.

It immediately burst into flames. The burning body caught the vampire leaders’ attention enough to stop their fighting. Edwin lept behind a small outbuilding as they looked for the source of the fiery kill. Just then, a loud explosion sounded from inside the house. Glass shattered and doors splintered. Vampires screamed and burst into flames as fire spread through the house. “You did this!” Claus bellowed at Malcolm. “I arranged it with my men. If we weren’t the victors within an hour, they were to burn down the house. If I can’t have her, no one will,” Malcolm sneered.

Okay, well at least I got food. I wanted to show my tongue to her, but I kept that inside and only did that mentally. I have grown up now and brother and Alexander are here too. It won’t be good for me to goof around right now. “Oh right, what’s going on with the publisher you met?” “I got it. We are discussing about the bonus chapter now and soon the book will be released to the market.” “Congratulations, I am so proud of you.” “Mm, me too.” I finished everything and went to throw trash, but I was stopped from going as the men in black came and helped me do that. For a second I didn’t want to take their help because it felt kind of controlled, but I stopped myself from doing that.

he asked, his tone softening into something almost tender. “I am sorry. But you have to do this, Calla. The twins are not what is best for the kingdom. Look around you … the war is tearing everything apart, and now I hear there is a plague spreading. People are dying in the villages. Rotting from the inside. We must save everyone. The Black Book is the key. With it, we can end the corruption, stop the suffering, and build something better. You know this.” Calla stood still under his hand, her body tense. His touch was gentle now, but she could feel the steel beneath it. She remembered the man who had taken her in when she had nowhere else to go.

The chocolate melted on my tongue, bittersweet and warm, as I sat between them and tried to believe I could be more than what had been done to me. Breathing softly, Alek spoke to me as he took the notebook from his side, his voice low but steady, as if he were afraid I might slip away again. “When you were kidnapped we went through everything in your room for clues, the damn paper Satan left when he was still Doniel where directions to his hideout, that’s how we got to him first then we ever made it to you, then we saw the notebook. In this notebook you made notes and even wrote about a book idea — Fate of the Wolfless. Love, you cracked everything without even realizing it. This damn curse

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

"A Gutter-rat who knows his physics. How novel. You have proven remarkably difficult to kill, Scribe. First you sabotage the Apex, unleashing a feral Calamity into my pristine corridors, and now you drown one of my finest blades." "The Calamity is your problem now," Ren said. "I stopped the harvest." "You delayed it," Aquila corrected, his voice dropping into a lethal, silken register. "The Spire is wounded, but it is not broken. You sit in the absolute dark, Scribe. You are a hundred floors deep. The elevators are sealed. The transit shafts are collapsed. Enjoy your victory in the abyss. You will rot down there with the rest of the failed experiments."