Fall Of Numenor Book Novels & Stories

Naomi Cal guides me through the grand manor, up staircases and through hallways until we finally reach the library. The room is lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, filled with books of all shapes and sizes. In the centre hangs a stunning chandelier, casting a soft light over multiple tables and chairs for reading. “How do you even reach the books at the top?” I ask, amazed. Cal simply snaps his fingers, and a book begins to float down from the highest shelf, landing gently on my outstretched hand. “Of course... magic,” he smirks as I playfully roll my eyes and let go of his hand.

" What Jonah said clearly struck a chord with Adele. She no longer hid her arrogance. She raised her wrist, showing me the gold locket that my parents gave me when I was ten years old. My eyes instantly reddened. "Give it back to me! Hand it back!" I pounced at her. She was caught off guard by my sudden attack, and she fell to the floor. Jonah glared at me. "Adele!" Adele first cast me a provocative glance before yelling, "Jonah, my tummy hurts!" I was so focused on getting back my gold locket, yet I completely forgot about Jonah, who only had eyes for Adele. Slap!

The worst part was she had already lost a leg and three fingers to the little white bunnies . The Elves weren't the only ones having a hard time, nor were they the only ones who lost members. The elves killed a Stone Mice elder and three entire strike teams. Nomu was taken out of the fight with grave injuries, and Bilimo was fighting with a stab wound in the gut.

Mordor's horse drinking deeply and then giving Mordor a look that said this doesn't mean we're friends. I slid off mine. Stood at the edge of the water. Looked at the sky. The palace was completely gone from sight. Trees. Road. Open land in every direction where no pack had jurisdiction and no alpha's word meant anything. Free territory. The first of it. I touched the necklace. Isolde's necklace. We're going to come back, Parrot said. We're going to train and come back and finish this. "What?" Nero said. Behind me.

“A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” - Aragorn, The Lord Of The Rings #3 The Return Of The King. ~ CASPIAN ~ Night finally comes. The sun has long faded away, now replaced by a moon shining so brightly over the war fields just beyond the pack river. The fields separate the river from the boundary on the east side, and everyone—including Jocelyn—is already out here.

I looked up to see Nymeria shrieking, her hands on her face as she saw Isadora pierce her claws into Celia’s neck. And in a desperate move, i simply nodded to the book. I was not even sure if I had heard it right or sensed it correct but I could not see Celia die. I would rather die myself. And the moment, I nodded my head, something happened. The book fell out of my hand and landed on the ground with a thud. Its pages flew open and from the center erupted something huge and wide. It was a beam of dark energy. All of us stepped aside as the dark beam rose up in the sky, all the way up as far as it could go.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.

His attention caught me and started to charge towards me. “Let’s test what kind of powers Pops gave me!” I said into my mind as I also charged against the raging monster. -end of the chapter-

I pushed Fenrir forward and for the first time, he looked nervous. “Tell her..” I nudged him forward. It took a moment before Fenrir told her the recap of his confusing nightmare which she kept silent all through his narration. All she did was nod her head and squint her eyes at him. When he was done, deafening silence befell us. Namilla gaze was neutral then she went into her study, an old shelf of tied-up scrolls. She had old creaked wood labeled in different names under the scrolls such as Dream, poison, time…

Valinor Leiya My eyes suddenly flung open, and so did my mouth. I sat in bed breathing heavily. When I realized that I was in the safety of my chamber of Valinor, I started to breathe slower. I wiped the sweat off my temple, trying to call my racing heart. There was no doubt that the nightmare I just had was more violent than all the previous ones. “Another bad dream?” I heard beside me. I opened my mouth to scream but realized I had suddenly lost my voice. There was only one person that I knew could take a man's voice without lifting a finger. When I realized it was him, I closed my mouth and simply nodded my head.