Discworld Books Novels & Stories

I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creatures, Spells, poison and lastly DRAGONS, each of this book included all detail information on spell, method, about ghost, warewolf, sorceress , way to tackle them and many more things, tree books included every detail on other supernatural things while one entire book was dedicated to Dragon. Out of curiosity, I picked up dragon book and started reading from beginning, I only finished two page when I felt someone’s presence behind me, I rapidly turned but found no one right. ‘THUD… THUD….’ two wooden pla

I swallowed hard, hoping I was wrong, "I think they are trying to get both cells from vampires and werewolves to merge, creating some type of steroid," "Yea... But for who?" "For themselves," Al spoke, "They want to evolve," "Evolve to what?" I asked, He looked over to Amber, who was sniffing the air, listening keenly, not to him but above, "What is it?" "W.I.K.D... Too many to count." "Shit... We have to move and fast. I will stay behind, set the bombs, and d******d that file. Amber takes her... I will catch with you guys"

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Moving her wireless mouse lazily, she began to peruse her email when an important sender’s name showed. She clicked on it, opening the message. And there it was, an email from Wordsmith Literature. [From Wordsmith Literature: Hi Aurora Salcedo, First and foremost, congratulations on the success of Spell of the Lonely Dream. As what was discussed, Sorcerer of the Endless Worlds would have its second book. Sorcerer of the Endless Worlds: Spell of Desire, the second part of the trilogy, would be published on December 25th. Please email me if you have any questions or concerns.