Faster Than Light Book Novels & Stories

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

It was nothing like I ever saw. I picked the book of shining light. It was a big book and it had such an inscribed and ancient design. On the cover, there was an evil looking being and an angelic being. They each were on fighting positions. It’s like they wanted to attack each other. Curiosity led me to open the book. My fingers stopped working when the pages of the book flipped open by themselves. I was astounded. It stopped at a page. A page I desperately read. And so it was said, that every millennium. A war between the brothers of light and the brothers of darkness shall take place. The…

Why some packs rose, why others crumbled into dust. Light reading. The kind of thing normal people grabbed when they couldn't sleep. Or when they were secretly unhinged. She didn't consider herself a fast reader, yet the moment she opened it the pages pulled her in, each chapter feeling disturbingly familiar, like scattered memories rising too quickly to the surface. Her brain was doing that thing again, the thing she refused to name, where information locked into place like it had been waiting for her to catch up. She devoured the entire book before he returned. Six hundred pages. In under two hours. She would take that particular detail to her grave.

But I could feel the tension in him, coiled tight, ready to move the second something went wrong again. “Talk to me,” he said quietly. I swallowed, forcing my vision to steady. “It is learning faster now.” Behind us, Zara exhaled slowly. “Define faster, because I am really hoping you do not mean terrifyingly faster.” “I mean exponentially,” I said. The word hung in the air between us.

She feels the darkness lift as her eyes adjust to the light, her eyes widening. “Don’t even try it. You’re bound to this room; no witch can cast spells in here.” Willow looks at Camille shocked as she holds up the grimoire Willow’s been dedicating so much time to. “It took me what, a few seconds to link myself to the book? As soon as I did that I knew where it was and how to get it. I’ll leave you with these two lovely vampires now; you have a lot to discuss.” Turning she walks out, Willow staring at Dan and the other guy, their loud laughter booming around the room.

Hence the small age difference. I'll leave the image of Justin to your imaginations but for Chris, I imagined him as Lucky Blue Smith. Go ahead and g****e him, if you don't know him. please leave a review of the book if you like it!

It was already 5:36, I still had one and half hours to get ready. It would only take 30 minutes or less for me to get ready. I picked up a book to read, that was the only thing that keeps me sane, escape to another world. How wonderful it is. I spent the next hour reading, the crackling noise of my ringtone brought me back from the depths of my book. I picked it up, flashed on the screen was Liam’s name. I knew why he was calling, anyway I picked. “Hello.” “Hello. Let’s go?” He asked in a breath.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road