Gild Book Series Novels & Stories

Josh had been hoping that Harper was his mate but gave up wishing as time went on, believing he was mateless. Lucky bastard got his wish. Today, he’s following me to a jewellery store. I’m picking up mine and Gianna’s commitment rings. I’ve had them specially made from platinum with our wolf selves engraved at the side. I hope Gianna likes them; they’re going to represent not only us as Alpha and Luna but also as husband and wife. Josh said he wanted to tag along because there’s something he wants to get for Harper. I didn’t ask what because I don’t particularly care.

In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the middle of the original black book cover was a gold symbol. “Bingo.” * “Okay,” Arrow sighed, hovering over the book. “What the Hell is that?” “This,” Chelsa said, her smile never leaving her face. All of us still in that abandoned and underground room, hovering over this book; I held my flashlight up and over the top, letting the gold symbol glint and gleam. “Is a symbol-” “Duh, Chelsa,” Arrow rolled his eyes and I smacked in the arm. “Continue,” I smiled and nodded to Chelsa, she smiled back and continued.

When he arrived outside the private house again, Philip took out the key to open the door, but he noticed some details this time. The books on a bookshelf by the window attracted Philip’s attention. One row was full of ancient medical techniques in Orienta. Compared to other rows, the books on this row were arranged haphazardly, while others were neatly arranged according to publication date. “This ‘Golden Recipes’ should be in front of ‘Meridian Classics’, so why is it in front of ‘New Herbal Recipes’?” As he spoke, Philip arranged several books in chronological order. Creak! Something under the bed seemed to have opened.

Isabella said, stepping forward. "I could say the same of you," he rasped. "Though not many of us can." He knelt and set the bundle down gently, revealing what lay within. A tome. Bound in a leather that shimmered between charred black and ember red. The sigil on the cover pulsed faintly—a circle of flame intersected by a single sword. "The Songbook of the First Choir," Elias said. "It was buried beneath the reliquary. Protected by a binding no mortal should have been able to break."

Suddenly she saw him grimace and when she followed his gaze she realized that there were prices posted underneath each book and these prices were exorbitant ranging from 5 000 to 100 000 gold coins. Cassy then asked him confused by these prices because the most expensive book she had taken was 10 gold coins and it was the book about the presentation of the 8 flames, "Why are these books so expensive, and why are they sealed?" Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting te

Griffin's eyes landed on the chain around my neck. "If that's silver you'll want to remove it before the change. Silver burns werewolves," he informed me. I lifted the chain and my old wedding ring and frowned. I guessed this was it. I was about to unclasp it when I yelped at the burning sensation in my fingertips. I tucked my shirt up under the necklace on my chest and looked helplessly at Griffin. With his yellow eyes looking stern, he grabbed the ring and broke the chain from around my neck, and laid the jewelry on a shelf. I looked worriedly at the hand he was waving. I reached for it and could see the imprint of my ring burnt into his flesh. I ran my thumb softly over it and he pulled h

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

A symbol carved into black stone. I knelt. My fingers brushed away moss. It wasn't a wolf crest. It wasn't Red Crescent. It wasn't Mystic Moon. Three crescent moons surrounded a crimson flame. "What is that?" Gorm crouched beside me. "I've never seen it." Neither had I. Yet... Somehow... I knew it. "I've seen this before." "When?" "In my dreams." His eyes widened. "You never mentioned symbols." "I never remembered them." The moment my fingertips touched the carving—

Gerrard found Daniel within twenty minutes of sitting down. “I heard you work with furniture,” he said, with the enthusiasm of a man who has found, at a party where he expected boredom, an unexpectedly relevant stranger. “I restore it, mostly,” Daniel said. “Some making.” “What period?” “Depends what comes in. Eighteenth century New England, mostly. Windsor chairs, Hepplewhites, the occasional Chippendale if I’m lucky.”

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”