Garmadon Book Novels & Stories

The harem was my haven from the scary wolves outside, but that didn't mean it was all flowery on the inside either. The guard who had tried to have his way with me on the night I was matched with Godon watched me skeptically from his post. Fortunately, he didn’t move to physically attack me for what I had done to him. I didn’t wait for him to make up his mind either. It was enough adrenaline for me to enter the harem.

Liam's voice is tight. Aldara doesn't answer immediately. She moves to another shelf. Pulls down a different text. Reads faster. "Aldara," Marcus says. "What did you find?" She looks up. Her ancient eyes are wide. Afraid. "The Dormant Luna isn't just a bridge between species," she says slowly. "She's a key." "A key to what?" I ask. Aldara sets the book down on the pedestal beside the lunar stone. Points to a passage written in larger script.

"Let me burn it for you, so you can stop dreaming about money that never existed." One by one, I tossed in his military manuals, letters, and then his clothes into the fire. The flames caught and climbed. Josh instinctively stepped forward to stop me, but hesitated—his face turning pitch-black—as he forced himself to stay still. Finally, I picked up the gifts he'd given me over the years and tossed them into the heart of the fire. "Riley!" he burst out, a strangled sound. "Those were from Josh! How could you?"

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more

Because the cruelest thing anyone can do, is kill someone’s hope. *** Scar. Minutes later... My eyes bore into the book as I read. Every word. Every photo. Every map. Carving everything into memory. Page after page, I’ve gone through it all. Memorizing. Studying. Taking notes. I’m lying in the tub now, the lavender foam of the water long dulled from the minutes I’ve spent soaking in it. The book rests in my hands as I skim another page, searching for more details I might need. “The team of gammas patrol the east border near the vampire territory… stationed there inconspicuously to take down advancing threats from that wing and alert the pack if unable to squash the threat…” I read aloud, slo

I lunge forward, rushing after the king. As I follow, the war gammas in gleaming armours move to intercept her. Their large forms fill the space, enlarging the difference between the king and I. I push forward, glancing over my shoulders. Heavens. My blood runs cold as I watch a format of elite guards, they are giant gammas—ones that I remember to be merciless and ruthless. They have bodies that are augmented by radiation, radioactive glowing eyes…

The accumulated knowledge of the Ashwood Pack, curated by the man who was trying to kill it. Oreon grabbed a handful of books and ripped them from the shelf, throwing them behind him. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Stop this!" Abram cried, looking toward the door for guards that weren't coming. "You are destroying history!" "I am looking for a cure!" Oreon shouted as he tore down another row. Behind him, Gamma Kornel stepped into the room. He was limping, his face bruised, but his eyes were sharp. He didn't speak. He didn't ask for orders. He knew Oreon was too far gone to listen.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.