Far North Book Novels & Stories

This must be important. I wasn’t a witch or knew a single spell. I dialed Zarah. “You made it to Portland?” she answered with a question. “Yes. Thanks for the help. Dylan told us that something weird is going on here.” “Focus on your task, Nirvana.” “Why? Because we don’t have much time?” “I take it you learned something from your stay in Alaska?” “Yes. Alpha Frye has collections of ancient books, and Evelyn found something about the spirit.” “That’s good. Now tell me, why are you calling me?”

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The sun had long since set, and the library was now lit only by the warm glow of brass lamps. Piles of rejected books cluttered the tables like tombstones of dead theories. Fennigan reached for the very last book in the stack. It was a crumbling, nondescript tome bound in gray hide that looked like it had survived a fire. The title on the spine had worn away centuries ago. He opened it carefully, the binding cracking in protest. He flipped past pages of ancient genealogy and territory maps until he stopped near the end. His finger traced a faded illustration of a wolf surrounded by symbols of fire, water, earth, and air.

She opens it and almost drops it to the floor. Ann gurgled with laughter at her reaction. She said in an amused voice, “It’s okay. I know it’s a shock to your innocent mind but these will teach you how to please him if he comes for you.” “The things we do for affection…” she murmured to herself, gingerly opening the book. She blushed at the images of the book. “Is this even possible?” she whispered in shock and awe. The maid grinned and gently stroke her hair, “You will be a surprised child of the extent men and women would do please each other.”

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

He was supposed to attend a business meeting and not sit with these "maniac elders." "Eh, Beta Hashmuk, that’s not what we meant at all." Elder Farnacis said when he saw things were about to go haywire, "To tell the truth, I had no idea about this coming war." Do not ask Alpha Rasmore to leave before he sees Alpha Aura; let them seek the issues first, and then we shall talk; after all, they are still many days ahead of us. "We shall meet." He cleared his throat, adjusting his reading glasses.

I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

"Come in." I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim chamber lit by flickering torchlight and the soft glow of dawn filtering through a high window. The bed dominated the space, a massive frame piled with furs and pelts, reeking of musk and dominance. And there, in the center, the Alpha lay naked atop his Luna, his massive body pinning her beneath him. I froze, tray trembling in my hands. The Alpha Thorne, our unyielding leader with his scarred, rippling muscles and piercing golden eyes, turned his head slowly toward me. His Luna, Elowen, arched slightly under him, her pale skin flushed, dark hair splayed like a halo on the pillows.

I didn't feel it. All I could think about was Maya. Where was she? Had anyone decent given her a coat? She missed her meds. If the nerve pain hit, how bad would it get? Five long minutes later, the thick stack—over thirty pages—finally finished printing. I reached for the stack, but Winnie slapped her hand over it. "What's the rush? I haven't organized it yet." She lifted the papers and tapped them on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow. Deliberate.