Novel & Cerita David Wolfe: Books

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Hello, My Lovely Readers, I want to say thank you to everyone who saw this book to the end. I know it is very different from the other stories that can be found on this app. I enjoyed creating the world around Nyxara's nightmares, and I hope you enjoyed it as well. Thanks again for reading. Solange Daye

It’s been three weeks and he still hasn’t come back. Thankfully, David saw through my boredom and led me to his personal library in the palace. It was huge enough to fit my old pack in it. My pack was small compared to others, with only three hundred wolves or so still loyal to my father. Still, you could say David’s personal library is gigantic. I felt like I was going to self-combust when I set my eyes on them books, he had it all. So I spent most of my time reading in the library these past few weeks.

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“I know nothing about tagging wolves.” “It would be a nice place for you to find that quiet you’ve been craving,” Kenzie explained. “You might even get that book done. You can write during the day while I’m out tagging and then, in the evenings, we can enjoy the great outdoors with a glass of wine or something.” I looked at Oscar and said in a low voice, “I could stand to get away for a while.” He gave a broad, sincere smile and said, “Mi casa su casa.”

It’s been three weeks and he still hasn’t come back. Thankfully, David saw through my boredom and led me to his personal library in the palace. It was huge enough to fit my old pack in it. My pack was small compared to others, with only three hundred wolves or so still loyal to my father. Still, you could say David’s personal library is gigantic. I felt like I was going to self-combust when I set my eyes on them books, he had it all. So I spent most of my time reading in the library these past few weeks.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

“And how, exactly, do you know these specialized methods of dream infiltration, Elf?” Xander shrugs carelessly, flashing that lazy, confident grin of his. “I’m incredibly well-read, Wolf. I spent a few decades loitering around the Citadel library in the elven kingdom. You’d be genuinely surprised what forgotten texts and specialized grimoires people leave lying around in libraries of infinite wisdom.” I roll my eyes at his display of arrogance, but I don’t miss the sharp, silent warning look Valen shoots his way. “Alright, enough of this pointless banter. We are burning valuable moonlight,” Valen says curtly, turning his focus back to me. “We should attempt this immediately, before the night