Emily Strange Book Novels & Stories

I knew I had to act quickly to decipher the meaning and prevent the impending disaster. I rushed back to the main camp, where Nathanial and the others were still strategizing. Bursting into the tent, I found their concerned gazes fixed on me. "Emily, what's wrong?" Nathanial asked, stepping forward. "I had a vision," I replied breathlessly. "It showed me a dark force, an ancient cave, and a book with cryptic symbols. We need to find that book—it holds the key to understanding and stopping Gabriel's plans." Nathanial's eyes widened, and he exchanged a glance with Eleanor. "A book with symbols? That sounds like something we might find in the old town library. It's been abandoned for years, but

We sit there and talk about a way to get our hands on those babies. “We only need the girl. Plus we still need Emerald. The babies will be powerful but not even near as powerful as her.” Mom says. “She is right.” Alaynia comments. Alaynia explains that she remembers seeing a strange mark on the back of Emerald's neck when they were younger. She never gave it much thought until she was going through an old book of her grandmothers and ran across that same mark. The rest of us sit there in shock when she explains that Emerald is elemental. She pulls out the book, and we sit there and read it. Well fuck, this girl is special. I look at Samyra, and I can tell she is surprised too. I ha

* * Chloe's pov: The woman whom I got to know that she doesn't have a husband, took good care of me. She said her name is Emily and her husband died about three years ago and she doesn't have a child. I got to know so many things about her and when she had asked me about myself, I told her briefly about myself. She had been so shocked and utterly speechless when I told her I wasn't from Earth. She didn't quite believe me though but she didn't question me. In her house, there are so many strange things. The previous day, I had broken what she called a television because I saw strange people in it.

Holding her hand out, she said in a firm voice that sounded musical, “Rise, Fergie, and tell me what you have brought to me.” Fergie stood straight and proud. “My queen, I bring to you, Esmerelda. She came through the portal of Prismatica.” Queen Mila’s thick brows raised high as she turned her head to look at me. “Step forward.” Before I could get my body to respond, Fergie grabbed my upper arm and pulled me next to her. “She opened the portal,” Lila said. The stately woman looked directly at me. “Is this true?”

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

he urged impatiently. Emily did not answer, the cave was silent and cold. The young man chose to light a fire after arranging the firewood and then warm his body. Emily approached the campfire and sat down opposite the young stranger whose name she didn't even know. "I'm Emily, I'm running away from a madman," Emily said after sitting in front of the fire for a while. "I'm Ethan, a traveler who accidentally met a pathetic girl being chased by crazy people," Ethan replied which made Emily smile bitterly.

’ I tell Finn. With a surge of determination, I crushed the steel lock in my grip. The drawer creaked open, and inside lay a single book. I picked it, as I turned the pages. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes burned with anger at what I found. It was sketches—of Emily. Page after page, after page, her face filled the papers, accompanied by what appeared to be her white wolf with a mark of the moon goddess on her forehead. What kind of obsession was this?