Condor Heroes Books Novels & Stories

"Anna, don't mistake me for those idiots who revolve around you. I know the children in your belly aren't ordinary, and I know your ambition isn't just about using your children to climb higher." His words cut through all my disguises. "Show me that you're sincere about this." He got straight to the point. "In the safe inside Sean's study, there's a merger proposal for a South Meridan mine. That document is the key to removing several stubborn old members from his board of directors. I want it." "That's impossible." I immediately refused. Steve snorted. There was the same controlling arrogance in him that Sean had. "Then there's nothing left to discuss."

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

*Bang* Unlike the other two, this condor left no remains. True to its name, Descending Chaos was an obliterator. Once Dan was done he flew back to the ground, his green eyes piercing through the darkness to locate the beast he had been trying to bait. It was for this reason he had delayed so much with killing the condors. For there was a creature which delighted in condor meat, and Dan had successfully pulled it to his side.

Dropping a kiss on Xavier’s forehead, I whispered quietly’ “I am so sorry my little warrior” “I know Mama” he replied hoarsely We held on tightly to each other as the tempo of the drumming and the chant changed and the effect could be felt because we could hear the loud chirps of birds, the cries of the coyotes, the roar of lions, the hiss of the snakes and the force of the wind as it shook and rattled the trees in the forest without honing our senses to hear them like always. They, all too could feel what was coming. Our time was up and I honestly do not know how things were going to turn out. Even at this hour when the morning was almost finally upon us.

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

It smelled of winter frost, dark cedar, and the sharp, electrifying tang of ozone. Rune. My heart didn't just race; it tried to claw its way out of my chest. A dizzying cocktail of sheer terror and a dark, vengeful triumph surged through my veins. He had come. Against all odds, the Conqueror had actually come for me. The shadows at the end of the cell block seemed to thicken, then detach themselves from the wall. A massive, charcoal-black wolf emerged from the gloom, his fur matted with rain and his eyes glowing like dying embers. He moved with a terrifying, predatory grace, evading the patrols as if they were nothing more than shadows. With a low growl that vibrated in my very marrow, he be

"For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.”—Rudyard Kipling Weser River, last week of November. 16 AD. Gero, a drunken warrior, with a crudely tattooed spear on his back, trembled with relief as he emptied his bladder into the river. He swigged from a gamey-smelling leather flask midstream to gulp the bitter liquor to burn his throat. Suddenly—a prickling sensation crawled across his braided scalp.

“Ooh. I think I understand. My tribe, as you call it, are a group of creatures. We, in Kelor, refer to each other as creatures. Each creature belongs to a specific group.” “Sorry, but what is this Kelor you speak of?” She gave a light laugh before answering. “Kelor is the land on which you stand, Great Chief. It is a continent inhabited by fairies, werewolves, elves, vampires and humans like yourselves.” The only thing that made sense was the name of the land and the group called humans. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the rest of the things she had said. I decided to find out more about the other groups later.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.