Clan Book Novels & Stories

My wolf and I have been waiting for good news and today is that day for us. “ Alpha, you can make a donation to the clan and visit the clan to search for her.” “ Go on.“ “ The clan is known for its charitable acts. They take in anyone in need of refuge, both able and disabled people. The place is basically a refuge dump for people on the run. You can act as if you care about these people and you want to help. That way you will be granted access to the clan territory.” “That is a great idea . You should have said that long ago." I laughed. "What is the name of the clan again?” I asked with a smile on my face ..

It looked older than the other shelves, and the books there had that old dusty smell, like they hadn’t been touched in a long time. My eyes moved quickly across the titles. I wasn’t sure what I was searching for, but I hoped I would feel it when I saw it. I pulled out a book called Legends of the Moonrise Clans. The pages were yellow and made a soft crackling sound as I turned them. I flipped through it, but it only talked about old Alphas and stories about battles from hundreds of years ago. Nothing about powers. Nothing about girls like me.

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

Hello everyone. First, thank you for your support in my initial foray into writing. Your support has been amazing and has definitley encouraged me to continue writing. As you know, my book For the Love of a Guardian is out now. This is Clint and Lily's story which, as you may have guessed, will span to the end of this book. It will primarily focus on their life together and Clint's life without Lily, but it will follow until the end of this book. This book will move into the primary spot and will begin having daily updates this week.

"You're here again! Found anything good?" "Just browsing," Selene replied, trying to suppress a grin. "You know me—can't resist a good book." "Haha, that's so you. By the way, come with me." Clara invited, leading her toward the cashier counter. "I believe this is your book." Clara pulled out a familiar cover, and Selene's heart sank as she recognized it instantly—The Tyrant's Child. "Wait, how did it get here? I didn't bring that book with me," she exclaimed, baffled. She had left the book tightly shut in her room with a bookmark slipped a few pages from the end.

Hideous said. Sherly raised her eyebrows because this was the first time their father had asked for a favor from his two brothers, which is why he did not speak. Both Keisley and Kyle exchanged glances before they nodded their heads and left the room. In the quiet hospital ward, Hideous sat by Sherly's bedside, his gaze shifting between concern and a subtle sternness. He had no idea that his only daughter, the only girl in the entire Montenegro clan, was now lying in the hospital. The reason? His wife! Hideous clenched his fist and sighed. Hideous knew that if his father and his cousins found out, they would definitely push him to divorce Lilia. That's not a problem; he really did want to di

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

He smiled and said: “Yes, I know what you're thinking, but of course this book is not a thousand years old. It is only a copy and at the same time a translation. The real one lies in the temple of Tena-lo-Ghan and is written in Alt-Hy. But this one is already its three hundred years old. After a fire destroyed the first of the Shari clan, a new one was made. ” Raen hardly dared to breathe as he turned the next page. They were solid parchment pages with clear, neat handwriting. Raen saw that the book began with a kind of table of contents. His eyes widened enthusiastically as he scanned the dots. "Am I going to learn all of these things?" He asked. “Yes, everyone,” said Chodan, “I will teach

"They look serious, determined, and a little scared." As we continued to study the paintings, we noticed that the clan was reading from a large book. It was open to a page that was filled with symbols and runes that we didn't recognize. "What do you think that book is?" I asked. "It's filled with symbols and runes that I don't recognize."