Elayna R Gallea Books Novels & Stories

Her mother’s voice. Close as breath. "Not yet." Gail and Esther remained quiet, each locked in their thoughts. Her aunt was deeply concerned about what kind of power required this level of protection, while her spirit guide feared that Peter would soon feel Elena's awakening. Lyra spoke quietly, …this is why he wants you…why he watches…why Ryan trembles… You are becoming what they feared. "Elena, let me hold the Book," Gail requested. Her eyes snapped open. “My sister didn’t just protect these pages…she hid them from witches. From demons. From corrupted wolves. From Peter.”

"That's what I said when Gard revealed it. This is what he worked on when he first arrived and we were away so much. He transported Anakatrine's books here so that we'd have easy access when we were ready to go through them." "It looks just like the images from my dream." Caleb's voice was hushed as he walked over to the closest bookcase and ran his fingertips over the books. He had no idea he was unconsciously echoing the other male's gesture and that was the reason for the fond smile on his mate's face as she watched him. "Have you looked through them?" Rhianna shook her head. "Gard showed it to me, but I didn't want to tackle them without you. I know the Queen selected each one for a reas

Rainn replied, "Whom?" Beau said raising a brow questioningly. "Fala." My brows furrowed as he stared at her in confusion, "I'm sorry but who's Fala?" "She's soon to become the Luna of tribe Fianna, one of the thirteen tribes of Gaia." Rainn replied nonchalantly.

Offering him a new novel to dive right into as it was among the list of classic books Gael ached to read. Halo Noel: I think he does. Halo takes the time to chime in, bringing Russell's attention to him. Halo Noel: His reading level is considered phenomenal. Gael is obsessed with books. Can't say I'm complaining, he has way better social skills than I do. His Arabic, however, was a pleasant surprise. Lucian Slater: He has an uncle. Lucian shrugs. Halo Noel: I'm Halo Noel, Gael's Language, and Literacy Development, teacher. I do not think we have been properly introduced.

“I don’t know how much it is worth, but I am sure it will help you.” The girl looked at Ayla with green eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you!” she said. “I will never forget what you did for me this day, princess of Myrthana. My name is Eluvene.” “I am Ayla.” “I will always remember your name, princess Ayla. And one day, I hope to return the favor.” Ayla spent a few more minutes with Eluvene before Galian came to take her away. The building appeared to be a warehouse from the exterior, but the inside told her otherwise. The walls were made of stone and there were hallways and many rooms.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

Reaching the glass box, the girl let her fingers glide along the smooth letters chiseled into the golden rim. “The Magicae Book.” It was a breath on Andrew’s lips, falling against her cheek so differently than the stinking guard. It was sweet and low, as if the word was magic itself. Elaine tried to lift the lid, but it didn’t budge. Words trailed along the sides of the glass, the metal seeming to shine against the pain. Reading quickly, she breathed. “A riddle. It opens with a riddle.” Andrew chewed his lip, reading the words from over her shoulder aloud in a hushed tone. “Don’t push her too far, or you may find your adventures to be through. But on the draw, the stroke, the streak, the lad

Lyanna’s POV The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. I stood at the edge of the cliffside, overlooking the valley bathed in silver moonlight. My chest ached with the weight of memories I could never escape. I traced the delicate pendant around my neck, a small silver wolf, the only thing I had to remember her daughter. Elara. A name I had whispered in the dead of night, a name I had buried deep in her heart, hoping one day I would have the courage to speak it aloud again.

Lynexia returned to her plate and picked at her food. “So, Lynexia, what do you think of your new home?” Xander questioned. “Its nice.” she responded not looking up. “How did you sleep?” Ginger questioned. “Fine, I guess.” the young girl shrugged. “How did you spend your day?” the older woman asked. “I looked around the apartment, took a nap, and read a couple of books.” Lynexia explained. “Oh, what books did you read?” Ginger perked up. “Well, I actually found a set of books that said they were published right here. The author was listed as Selinas Astrea.” Lynexia responded. “A very good writer. They tell great stories that keep the legends of wolves through the generations.” Xander states

Elena turned the book so they could see the cover. “The First Luna.” “I know that book,” Kael said immediately. “I read it when I was younger.” “You say that about every book,” Rowan replied. “Because I read a lot.” “No, because you enjoy pretending you read a lot.” Kael looked personally offended. “I did read it.” “Then tell us what happened.” Kael opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. A grin slowly spread across Rowan's face. “That is what I thought.”