Coryxkenshin Book Novels & Stories

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

Rowyn POV “This one looks ancient as fuck,” I muttered, dragging a dusty, leather bound beast of a book towards me. The cover had a silver sigil that pulsed faintly, like it was breathing. Kyren leaned over. “It’s humming.” “No shit,” I said, flipping it open. Aster whistled low. “Uh… Rowyn? That page is glowing.” Yeah. No kidding. The script wrote itself as we watched, ink blooming across the yellowed parchment like spilled wine.

His finger pulled me by the chin to meet his gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I stared into his forest greens, calming instantly as they traced over my features. His lips turned into a smile as he shook his head, as if he could read what I was thinking. “I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers stroked my cheek and I relished in the calmness it brought to me. Placing my head back on his chest, I felt Giovanni shift beneath me before holding out his book. He pulled the pages open and began reading ‘Dante’s Inferno’.

I want to thank him for suggesting I meditate. Ken really helped me. I suddenly remembered the fairy tale book about Alpha King. Based on the book I read, the author describes the figure of the Alpha King, who is very cruel and has no conscience. Alpha King ordered his subordinates to kidnap the werewolf. The werewolves will be made slaves, and they get tortured. I looked at Ken, who was walking in front of me, and I glanced at Ken's hand that was holding mine. Ken has long legs, and I can't keep up with his steps.

I maintained a polite but distant demeanor, holding the book with just the right amount of pressure on the spine, neither ingratiating nor reluctant to part with it. This rare book had tempted me, but it wasn't something I should accept. "Mr. Gross, I finished reading the book last night. Thank you for lending it to me," I said, placing the book on his desk. "I said it's yours now," Cyrus said, his gaze lifting. The scent of cedar and leather washed over the desk, carrying the subdued dominance of his Lycan heritage. His pupils gleamed with a faint golden light under the lamp, the edges of his vertical pupils barely visible, like a lurking predator slowly opening its eyes.

SAM’S POV “Let me.” I seized the book from Killian’s trembling hands. Don’t know if it’s the aftermath of his blowup, but he seemed a bit slower at everything now. He groaned under his breath but didn’t attempt to take the book back. I sat on the bed before I dove in, somehow anticipating something that would blow my mind even though I have no idea what it contains past the first page. Killian lingered above me, still standing while I went through the insanely thick paper of every page. The second page more or less contained what I could only describe as an introduction; he was explaining to Celeste what power she possessed.

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.

Lucian noticed her trembling hand. Without a word, he reached for it. She looked up. “You saw it too?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Who was she?” “I don’t know.” “But she wanted us to see her.” ⸻ Cassian slowly reopened the Book. Every page was blank. Not a single image remained. He turned another page. Nothing. Another. Still nothing. Aurelius frowned. “That’s impossible.” Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Book has never hidden its memories.”

It's like somebody suddenly injected suspicion into his body. "I don't have Jeremy's contact. I asked Sasha to help me ask him." Roy visibly slumped down after hearing Monroe and added. "Oh." The footsteps nearing them caused them to look at that direction—to find Ken holding a bunch of fat books in his arms and heaving his way to them. Roy felt a bit of sympathy for Ken, helped out by carrying half of it for the rest of the way to their reserved table. Throwing the books on the table, Ken noisily dropped on his chair beside Monroe and flicked his index finger to the water bottle on Monroe's bag. Roy too kept the books and sat down, fishing out his notes from under the books.