Firewalker Book Novels & Stories

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

The fourth book is the description that makes it visible. He looked at what he had written. He thought about the Thursday walk — the walk he had taken yesterday, the Thursday of the week he had read the section. He had walked the walk with the section in his mind, had felt what the section was describing, had recognized the walk as the walk the section was trying to make visible. The description had changed his perception of the walk. He had been walking the Thursday walk for thirty-one years. He had not known, until he read Don's section, what the walk contained.

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

Someone very curious was watching me right now! Hello you, hello! I hope you can see well? I turned away from the camera and took a few steps to the side. - Open the safe! I ordered. The fat wolf narrowed his small eyes, filled with fierce hatred, and twisted his plump lips. Chechik poked him hard in the back of the head with a machine gun and the wolf did as I ordered with a groan. There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information.

“Don’t worry. I’m not misunderstanding anything.” My voice was calm when I told Ethan to continue with the adoption proceedings and that I would wait in the car. Relief visibly washed over him, and he even allowed himself a lighter smile as he told me to wait obediently and promised he would return shortly. I turned toward the black town car parked beneath the night sky. As I walked, I passed attendants from my former Coven and servants of the Nightfall Dominion. They did not bother to lower their voices. Their glances lingered on me with something dangerously close to pity.

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He rambles, before looking back down at his laptop. Odd, I swore he told me I needed to wake up. I just shrugged it off and looked back up at the books. I stopped walking when I saw an old book that belonged to his grandma. It was a book about the wolf people. I bit my lip. I looked over at Hunter again. “Do you believe in the stories of the shapeshifters and the wolf people?” I questioned him, debating if I should tell him or not. I chew on my bottom lip.

➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him. But when our eyes met, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. I was drawn to him in a way that I hadn’t sensed with any other male in all my years. It was mystical, like I could stare directly into the soul of this man and I recognized him as part of myself.” Excerpt from “Running with wolves.” ➳ Author’s note 🐾 Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading my Novel. I love to hear from you! Comment and share your thoughts. I

It saved her from walking three kilometres, and God knows how much she hates walking. Remus didn’t feel anything weird as they drove towards the hotel. There was also no scent of wolfsbane. Maybe, Lyall and Zeeb were just too paranoid. Maybe Helicent got the distance wrong. But he couldn't let himself relax. Every part of his senses was screaming that something felt wrong. And it is when they arrived at the hotel did he understand why his wolfblood was boiling.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”