Emmet Fox: Books Novels & Stories

Emmett was the first to react, he couldn't help but stand up, "Damn," he exclaimed, his voice raised. "What the hell is this? Am I blind? Jordan, pinch me quick, see if I'm dreaming?!" However, unlike his surprise, Jordan's face darkened. He had a premonition that something big was about to happen. Emmett picked up the red book, flipped it open, and glanced at it. When he saw the name on top, he cursed under his breath.

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books.

Bells jingled, and a young woman behind the counter gave me a nod before turning back to her book. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Maybe something to help me understand Aaron. Maybe a way to find a language I’d never learned—one that didn’t involve boardrooms, silence, or avoidance. In the children’s section, I ran my hand along the spines until one caught my eye. A story about a fox who had no name. Who wandered from home to home trying to remember where he belonged. Too on the nose? Probably but I bought it anyway. Back in the car, I stared at the cover for a long time. I didn’t even open it. Just held it.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

She didn’t miss all the smiles sent her way. Felix started asking Ramsay easy questions soon after. “So, Ramsay…” The boy quickly swallowed his bite and looked at the man in alert. “What’re your hobbies?” “Well…” he started and met Emmie’s encouraging eyes before looking back at the man. “I like literature a lot. So, I read, and… write.” “Oh,” he said in a surprised tone. “What do you write? Books?” Ramsay nodded and tried to ignore Christopher’s curious eyes on him, and the fact that Victoria’s were most likely directed to him as well. “Most of them are crime novels.”

It did not make sense. This Sarah person could be me if I did not do all I could to alter my appearance. Her last name is Griffen, was she related to my teacher? None of this made sense. I grabbed the book the picture fell out of and gave it a look over. The True History Of Supers. I have read lots of books about the accident that caused the mutants and heroes. It started off as a cure for cancer and how some of the side effects gave people their super powers. However, one person was not as lucky as the others. He was patient zero. He went rabid and began making mutants, from a simple bite or scratch. This book is different from the others. I was taught, I do not recognize the author's name

“Yes! If that’s what it takes! You won’t be here! You never know. It might only be here that you have that anxiety. Sure, there are shit people and shit wolves in the world but it’s not the same poison that’s here.” Emmett shoved some cash into my hands that we kept in a Ziplock bag. I lifted it and stuffed it into my duffel. All my measly belongings were in there. I’d also packed my favorite books I’d kept in my locker. I figured I could do a little shopping when I got to the shop but traveling light would be better initially. “Give me your phone.” My lips pursed as I handed Emmett my phone. He took it, pulled out the SIM card and cracked it in half. I winced as he tossed the phone onto the

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

“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

These wolves talked fast. I nodded my head. "I am." "Well, we thought that maybe you would want to read a different book." Jade said smiling at me. She glanced behind her at the mother that was hiding in the shadows. Keeping an eye on her babies. Remy moved her hands in front of me, offering me the new book. Instantly my heart melted. The Fox and the Hound. "Look." Remy shouted. "It's you and the Alpha." I tried not to show them my grimace at the mention of Cassar. Jade elbowed her sister in the side, shushing her.