Chance Encounter Book Novels & Stories

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

She had thought it would be easy to get a job in the city, that every thing will magically fall into place for her sake making her very unprepared for the rough start. Lucky for her, her side of the storey building has a balcony. She decides to take a break from her job hunting spree to take in the night view of the city from the balcony instead. Truth be told, the city has the most nicest views she's ever seen. The bright colourful lights always seem new to her everytime she looks at it. It would have been so much better if she has enough money. She heaves a deep sigh as she brings out her phone to take a picture of the view. ChaseApp which is directly under the camera icon catches her ey

[Discovered - Lost Civilization Dungeon] [You've received a Skill rank-up card.] [Pioneer reward: If the host kills the dungeon's boss, the host can gain control of the dungeon.] "At the very least, I got this reward." Thud. A book landed directly at my feet. It had a blood-red cover that gave off a dreadful feeling. I frowned and grabbed it. My eyes widened as soon as I noticed the title of the book.

___________________________________________ The morning came with the Blood Moon Pack's alarm bell, indicating the start of the day, busying everyone with their regular pack duties. Alpha Dylan sat at the garden of his pack house, a book in one hand , the other creasing his lower lips thinking very deeply. A untouched coffee mug sat on the low table. He stare at the distance, eyes intense, lost in unknown thought. The pages of the book flipped back and forth by the force of wind. The coffee turned cold, long forgotten. He stayed stiff, with no care of the world. Last night felt unreal, he hardly believed his own eyes, seeing him again after years has bring back a hidden feeling deep inside.

"Okay, fine. Chill. Since it's your birthday today, and I didn't forget, let's hit the bars!" Caspien just nodded, knowing this wouldn't be like their bar-hopping days in the States. A normal person would just rest after a flight because of jet lag. But he was Caspien – of course, his priorities were different. His main priority at the moment was to enjoy his day and try to forget his encounter with Shaun as much as possible. They entered a popular bar in Pampanga. The flashing lights outside, the smell of alcohol, and the pulsating music all came together to create an eccentric atmosphere. 'This might not be America, but it's not bad either,' he thought to himself.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

But I felt something else. A flicker low in my abdomen. Subtle. New. Life. My breath caught. Not fear. Instinct. Protect. The Hunter leader lifted his hand. “Take the Door,” he ordered. Arrows flew. And behind them, something far more dangerous moved through the ranks. Not shadow. Not human. A chained beast. Bound in silver restraints. Eyes glowing with fury and pain. And when it lifted its head and looked at me, recognition slammed into my chest.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Unraveling the Prophecy In the dimly lit chamber of the Enchanted Realm's grand library, the hero and their companions gathered around an ancient tome. The pages were weathered by time, the ink faded, but the wisdom contained within its passages was as potent as ever. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of countless scrolls and the scent of aged parchment, that the hero and their allies sought to unravel the threads of prophecy that held the key to the emerging threat.