Coryxkenshin Book Novels & Stories

Slept with Cory by my side and when I woke up, there was no ache on my back. “I am fine,” I huffed, settling in on the chair opposite him. The bastard didn’t stand up from my chair, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to ask him to. “What were you about with Cory?” I asked, and it was obvious that I couldn’t fight my curiosity. He raised his head, “he was on the field, a rogue had almost attacked him, thought maybe he saw something more,” he shrugged. He shrugged, Ken doesn’t shrug. Ken doesn’t ask things just out of curiosity; he observes then he attacks.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him. We stayed where we were as he got down on the floor to get a better look at the book. His hands were mostly covered in bandages so he simply reached for the book as we all watched in anticipation. I had half expected something sinister to crawl out of the book but no such thing happened. He simply touched the leather cover of the book and ran his finger over the spine. The bandages on his hand came in handy as he did not touch the book directly. “Yes, just like I predicted, it has turned into the book of the dark” Xenos spoke grimly while trying not to touch the book.

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

--------------------------------------------------- ( PART III: RESISTANCE ) Kyren approached with a gentleness that contradicted the grim determination in his eyes. “This part isn’t physical,” he said. “It’s internal.” He touched his forehead lightly to mine. A soft pulse of light spread through me, warm and painfully tender. “Let me in.” My breath caught. “Kyren—” “It’s safe,” he whispered. “I swear by my wings.” I inhaled, opened the bond— And the world flooded. Warmth. Light. Grief. Fear. Love. All tangled in a dizzying, luminous wash. Kyren’s emotions, his memories, his instincts. His voice inside me, not speaking, but existing.

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.