Chronicles Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 123.

Chapter 41 is the BIRTH chapter and it's going to absolutely wreck you! END OF CHAPTER FORTY

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

“Impossible!” She studies my wolf. She is searching for something, but I do not know what. I tilt my head trying to understand. She grabs her robe and puts it on. She flips furiously through an ancient book placed on the altar. She abruptly stops, seemingly finding what she was so desperately searching for. “Here!” She shouts, pointing at the text. “The Oracle Chronicle of the First King. Chapter four verse seventeen: And so shall this be the last of the Celestial Alpha Line;

Emery woke up in her makeshift home having no idea what the day would hold. She was starting to wonder why she of all people was the one who was here in the forest and on this quest. As she went out to the kitchen to make herself breakfast she found a note that read: there are four rare and magical creatures you must find if you want to win the battles that lie ahead. First you must find a cyclops he will tell you what to do next.

The second I saw the worn leather cover, I stopped pacing. “The Chronicle.” Relief washed through me. Finally. They were looking in the right place. Grandmama always said every search had to begin with the Chronicle. Not end there. But… Begin there. I watched Helen carefully turn another page. She found something. I could tell by the look on her face. Everyone gathered around her. Then she started reading. “With the conception of an heir…” My heart pounded. I hadn’t heard those words in years. “the curse must choose its path…” I quietly spoke the remaining words with her. “to strengthen…” Helen paused. “or to weaken.”

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 121

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.