Daenerys Book Novels & Stories

She left the chamber and walked the Crossing corridor toward the academic wing with her notepad under her arm and Professor Aldren's office at the end of her four o'clock and the fourth section sitting in the space behind her sternum alongside everything else that was accumulating there. She arrived at Aldren's office at three fifty-eight. He was waiting. The archival inventory was open on his desk. A bound ledger He didn't speak when she came in. He turned the ledger toward her and set his finger on a single line. She read it. Anchor law, primary succession instrument, Vael bloodline. Original manuscript, restricted archive. Registered sections: four. Physical sections confirmed at registra

She kneeled beside a locked iron chest, whispered a spell under her breath, and opened it. The air dropped ten degrees. Inside lay a thick, ancient book wrapped in dark leather that looked almost… alive. The Book of the Damned. Its surface pulsed faintly. Rhea swallowed. “That thing creeps me out.” “It should,” Violet said simply. She carried it with both hands and placed it on the oak table. As she flipped open the pages, black ink shimmered like oil. Kael stepped closer. Fenrak crossed his arms, expression changing from playful to serious.

She dumbly nodded. "This is the sitting room." He pointed out as they pushed the closest door to them. "Whenever the weather is dull, I read in here." The moon princess took a few hesitant steps around the couch, nearing the closest bookshelf. Her betrothed motioned her towards the huge collection of books. There, the books appeared faded and worn, as though read multiple times over. "I keep my favourite dramas around here," Ajaxson smiled. "They are mostly tragedy and horror. I don't think that interests you?"

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I look over at Arya, and notice that she’s barely touching things too. But as I’m about to leave the pit, I see something strange in the middle of the blood drawing. It’s a small square protruding from the soil. And when I get closer, I notice that it’s a book. “Check this out,” I call over to Arya, and together we go kneel and examine it closer. Before I can stop her, she takes the little book, which is half buried in the soil. She opens it and starts to flick through the pages while I look over her shoulder. It’s full of strange runes and disturbing pictures.

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.

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Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

I'm very much sure that he doesn't want me to call daisy and warn her. I ran my fingers over the spines of ancient books, their titles embossed in silver, gold, or faded lettering that time had almost devoured. To me these are answers. Answers to my questions which are very much needed right now. Answers about this place. About Lucien's strong hatred for the D'Arvenzi's. About his weird distaste for me, his mate. I pulled a heavy volume from the shelf. "Chronicles of House Malvore: Bloodlines and Betrayals."