Cerulean Chronicles Book 3 Novels & Stories

“Kaleb… I don’t think I want to question him any longer. Feel free to do as you please.” “You murdered a priestess,” Kaleb pressed down harder, bone snapping beneath the pressure. “I’ll enjoy taking pieces of you.” “The old lady had no place among the Alethine,” Chronicle said. “What is the point of a stray? It should be cut off.” “Enough!” Rune growled. His voice sounded wrong, hollow. He began coughing violently, blood spilling from his mouth and nostrils. “You don’t look too good, Feign,” Chronicle muttered, tilting his head as Rune collapsed, coughing up black sludge.

I chanted the final two words when the amulet sprung from my hands and raised itself into the air, glowing a soft blue as it went. I saw everyone getting back to their feet, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, when I realized Ambrosia was walking up to me. I stiffened and attempted to get back to my feet but she was already to me. She pushed me back down to my knees in front of her.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Mostly due to the fact that it was barely touched. He scrolled through the pages and when he didn't find what he was looking for, he closed it and set it aside. He opened the second book and did the same thing. They were both old books he had gotten from his dad. The books and the library all belonged to the Cherisi family. Vintage family prestige.

I nodded at him. He smiled at me indulgently. "Then your Xander shall have his animal back. I'll leave you to determine if Scarlet would like hers." He laid his hand against my chest again. The rune on my belly ignited as magic flooded through me. I inhaled around a gasp and felt my family members at the end of each line of connection. Tears filled my eyes as the lost time rushed through me. The battle. The pain of Heppni crushing my heart. Literally.

Elara Vance The library was a ruin of shattered porcelain and spilled tea. Kaelen sat on the floor, his back against the mahogany table, his breathing finally leveling out. I sat beside him, the Thorne Chronology resting heavy on my lap. The book was bound in skin, not human, but something older, colder and it seemed to pulse beneath my fingertips. "You should have let him take it," Kaelen whispered, his eyes still fixed on the open balcony door where Caspian had vanished. "If he had the real book, he would have targeted me. Now, he’ll target you to get to it."

Onward to Rallegrad and the Lycan king. Book 3 coming soon!

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

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.

But inside me, something flickered to life—a small, trembling flame of hope that made it just a little easier to breathe. I inhaled deeply and looked at my father. My voice trembled, but underneath it was something new: resolve. “Then how…” I asked quietly, “how do I find the man with Celestia’s blood?” The ancient book had been sealed and locked away again in Moonveil’s legacy chest. The air in the vault still smelled of wax and old dust, but what truly stole my breath was the weight of truth pressing against my chest. I watched Thorne’s hand tremble as he closed the chest holding Volume Seven of the Moonveil Encyclopedia. “If this curse is ever broken, Volume Seven will vanish,” he murmure