Clan Book Novels & Stories

“Unless I can find someone from a long lost clan on the Immortal Continent. My teacher said, the clan is the Ancient Clan wielding the best thousand manuals. As the clan disappeared, their treasures spread to different parts of the universe. At first, the treasures were hunted by cultivators of all sects to obtain them, but, after everyone understood that all the manuals of the clans could not be studied by them, the treasure hunters stopped admiring the prowess of the manuals.” Zhou Fu frowned, although Wang Ji's story was cut short, he could guess that the treasure hunters weren't able to use the manuals they found because they were written in a script they couldn't read. If that was true,

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND _ FOUR Clifford removed his phone from his pocket and texted an unknown number. "Close your eyes for five minutes, " he told them and walked over to the door. He returned with two men, twin kids, and two lawyers. Mary stood up to her feet, screaming at the top of her voice while she rushed to the man who held twin kids by his side. She hugged him passionately and sobbed in his arms. Henry stood up with his eyes and mouth wide open.

Has he being listening to all what I have been saying in my head all this while? "Yes I have. And I know Is an invasion of privacy but I couldn't help it. Your thoughts beckons onto me." "What! Can you stop reading my mind like right now!! And please tell aunt Maria that I say goodbye." I glared at him, opening up a portal with my wand. "I'm sorry." He yelled as I stepped into the portal. I huffed and walked into it fully. I arrived at the Clan's mansion successfully, and it is night over here. I will say it's morning already, probably 4am. The clan's only have like two hours before they turn back into dragons, except Christian of course. He still wears the necklace his mother gave to him.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity

He said. Clancy interrupted him "I know that, but what happened?" They shared gazes except William who stood before Clancy, he urged Clancy to have a seat first "You've a lot to learn Dhampir!" He suggested and Clancy walked towards a sofa. "What is it I must know?" Clancy asked as he sat on a sofa beside Bella while Catherine sat beside him "Did we get the Unholy Book? Any copy?" He asked now seated. William sat before him heaving for a brief justification "Yes, we've what could match the councils in power but it's definitely not what we expected." He began.

“Thank you. This is my first time here. I would like some help.” The guy nodded with a smiled. “Of course. That’s my job. What kind of books are you looking for?” “Uhh… Family history?” Jai said. “Do you mean the Ten Guardian Clans or other family history?” “Uhh… Other family history. It’s not the guardian clans. Just, umm, could there possibly books that tells you the family tree of uhh, all the families or, well, relatives…” The guy chuckled softly. “I never thought someone would be interested in other families’ history. We do have books like that which tells about famous people and their famous relatives, they’re in the back section, in History, and isle number—”

She shook her head at her family when they all laughed, the tension that had been running through them dissipating as they all stared at Daniel. "Where would we even buy all this stuff?" Clary asked, her eyes lingering on the book list. She was intrigued by the potion book, wondering if they had the same potions in this other dimension or if she could learn anything new from it. "I haven't got a clue, but I'd like to get my hands on that Art of Defense book," Damon said, wondering who this guy was and what qualified him to write a book about defense, maybe he was some bigshot fairy in this other dimension. It sounded fascinating and he was always looking for new techniques.

I held the book beneath the lantern's glow and carefully opened it. Most of the pages were useless. Burned edges. Missing corners. Ink blurred beyond recognition. But enough remained to make me keep reading. Names. Dates. Reigns. One Alpha King after another. Some sections lasted pages. Others ended abruptly. I turned another brittle sheet. ...the nine clans... My hand stopped. Nine? I read it again. ...the nine clans... There were three. Veilborn. Ironfang. Moonshadow. There had always been three. Hadn't there?

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."