Emmet Fox: Books Novels & Stories

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

My fangirl heart does a backflip, but my brain’s screaming, What the actual fuck? I scramble to my feet, nearly tripping over the hem of a long, black scholar’s robe. The library around me is straight out of the novel: towering oak shelves, leather-bound tomes, candles dripping wax onto brass holders. The air smells of old paper and something musky, like someone’s been up to no good in here. My new body, Cillian’s body, feels like it’s buzzing. My skin’s too tight, my pulse too loud, and holy hell, is that a tingle down there?

I told him one afternoon, reading one of his letters. Elijah was sitting next to me, with one hand on my belly. “Emmett has included a reading plan for the first year,” he said with amusement. “What books?” I asked, frowning. “Inter-tribe political history, an introduction to defensive strategy, and illustrated animal stories,” Elijah said with amusement. “At least he added some stories,” I muttered sarcastically. “The note says they’re meant to be a break between serious topics,” Elijah said seriously. I brought a hand to my face.

“No, that's not what I mean. The mating bond physically doesn't allow you to take another if your fated mate is alive. Your wolf won't accept them and a male as strong as Keith would never be able to do it. Not without intervention of some sort.” “You think magic was involved?” I can't hide the shock in my voice. “I wouldn't rule it out,” Emma says looking around. “Enough of that talk for now. We could be overheard. For now, I have this for you.” She dug into the satchel at her hip and pulled out three leather bound books. “These are all the books I found on waking memory, I have two more coming here from a friend. I want you to start reading them. It's time you learned all you can do.”

Emmett had come up behind me and the wolf’s eyes went wide. “The Gamma who went rogue,” he chuckled lightly as Emmett walked to the rock, lifting it to retrieve a folded slip of paper. I kept my eyes on the wolf as Emmett unfolded the paper and stepped beside me so we could both glance at it. It was a child’s coloring page with a picture of a parrot and a phoenix. There was an unusual amount of black in the picture. Mostly in the background. There was also some green on the parrot and violet around the phoenix instead of the usual reds and oranges.

Emma said and I followed her instruction. “Wow,” I heard Emma scream and opened my eyes to see her trying to extinguish the fire that was burning her dress. I chuckle at her and she glares at me then she snaps her finger and the fire disappears from her dress. With another snap of the finger, she changed her dress. “Now, try to control the fire and concentrate on forming the ball of fire,” she said to me and I followed her instruction. *Flashback ends* I shook my head and walked to the washroom to get ready for the day. I have also learned that the books that Emma had given to me are not as boring as I thought, instead, it was quite interesting and I have started to enjoy them.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

"Ember, don't be afraid." Looking at the beautiful fox on one of the top branches of the tree, Adolf assured. Maryn stared at the fox and muttered, "It indeed has a striking coat of fur that is marbled with white, black and blue. Its Amber eyes are glowing so beautifully, it has a really eye-catching appearance. It's a rare fox that looks so cute... I thought it was a husky but..." "Ember, don't panic." Hearing Adolf talk so loudly, Maryn was pulled out of her imagination. She skipped a glance at the scared fox and then back to Adolf.