Ff15 Book Novels & Stories

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

“The fewer people who know the better, however, if the Princess does disclose it to them, Mathias will come and ask me. When that time comes, I will not lie to him. Much has happened in the past year, with the attacks on the Clan Mansion, I fear something else maybe be coming our way. History has a bad habit of repeating itself and if any of these gateways were to be opened I would want Mathias on my side.” With those last words, Abner excuses himself, bidding me good night. No sooner does he leave me sitting in his study than the old man appears again. I thought I had seen the last of him when Abner dismissed him before. Apparently not, as the old man leads me up the stairs and shows me to

He opened it. Instead of ink… The pages filled themselves with moving images. Entire battles unfolded across the parchment. Cities rose and fell. Kings were crowned. Empires crumbled. It was history itself. “This…” Cassian whispered. “…is the Book of the Five Seals.” Amara stepped closer. “It records everything?” “Everything important.” He turned another page. The image changed. A towering mountain appeared. Beneath it… Five enormous circles of silver light surrounded a vast prison.

But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

I had no interest in that so I just kept walking until I reached my room. I immediately went in and sat on the sofa bed. I don't know how I will end this day. Can I read a book? I stood up again and looked at the shelves with books. It was meant to be used as a book for my studies. Rare flowers. That's what's written in the book. I didn't read it because I didn't need to. I don't really like reading either. I will only read if necessary. So I brought the rather large book. The books here are a bit different because they are not like printed books. This is handwritten and the images are drawn, but that's okay because the writer's calligraphy is beautiful.

Most of the books are good old boring history books but there are a few that caught my attention. I reached for a familiar book and I flipped the cover open to see my own handwriting. My eyes slightly widen when I realized that it was the same book I had given Frost when she had locked herself in her temporary chambers after Dorian had attacked her. I can't believe she kept it. A small smile crawled its way up to my lips as I looked back at the shelf and spotted more of the books I'd gifted her. She's even kept the large book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

“They existed long before this kingdom. Before the Wardens. Before the fracture that made you what you are.” My breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “So was the Blood Book,” he replied softly. My pulse spiked. “You know about that too?” I whispered. “Everyone important does,” he said. “That book wasn’t just a record. It was a map. And someone has started reading it again.” Behind me, Fenrir shifted restlessly, a faint sound escaping his throat. I turned briefly, checking him—still asleep. When I looked back, the man was closer. Too close.