Grave Robbers Chronicles Novels & Stories

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

"Do you know long this usually last?" "Sorry, I'm not sure..." Rhiane gives her an uncertain look, "But I hav-" Everyone turns around as the boys from the opposite corner of the room play the Chrissy Wake Up! remix while bursting into laughter. Rhiane frowns, "...an idea." ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ The girl grits her teeth, "Fine! Tell them that they're uninvited!"

" I followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. By the time we stepped into the hallway, it was already packed with vampires in their familiar red cloaks. I freaked, the familiarity of the scene causing nausea in the pit of my stomach. They were more than I could count. With their red cloaks and black garments, they approached us, their sharp canines and claws on full display. I looked to Aurora for the same panicked expression, but her face was relaxed. Too relaxed. And a smirk slipped across her lips. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I was an Alpha in my pack before I got kicked out?"

I was scared to refuse him anything so I had a heart filling portion of pancakes and tomato sauced pork. After that, I ran off to my room. Tonight, my journey to the Golden Arms Pack continues. I spent my day, conversing with Cara and the other ladies. They told me everything I needed to know. In the garden where food plants were grown, there was a secret passage behind the small strawberry plantation that led to a wheat field. The end of the wheat field was the end of Mason's territory. There weren't many guards there as people barely went that way. The parole at night was scanty. Only two soldiers. I could easily take them down with my training assuming my heart didn't act up suddenly. If

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

"Damn it, I'm in trouble. I don't think these clowns are going to pay for it either." The shopkeeper points at Lucia and Clarisse, "how about those two? Aren't they with you?" Zane gasps… Lucia walks forward and drops exactly the amount told by the shopkeeper. She then says, "there you go, mister. Apologies, my master here is quite broke," Lucia kindly and gently said. The shopkeeper came to his senses and was surprised, "Lu-Lucia Monesy?! And...and Cla-Clarisse Krix?! The battlemage of Etheria and the knight of Esperia! A pleasure to meet you! I'm Grucius," the shopkeeper bowed.

"Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him? "No wonder you resigned and left so quickly back then. So this was your plan all along. You stole company money and took confidential company files. Now you're living so comfortably." Mia coldly accused me from the side. I ignored her. I looked at Ethan. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. It seemed this entire scene today was something he had planned too. I wasn't surprised. I was already used to it. In fact, if Ethan wasn't involved, I might have found it strange.

Garrick spat, though his voice lacked its former resonance. "I’ve come for the ledger, Garrick," Elena replied, her tone indifferent. "The Council is aware of the missing reserves and the black-market trade routes you utilized. You have one chance to minimize the fallout for your people. Tell us where the assets are hidden." Garrick laughed, a dry, hacking sound. "You think you can save them? You think a few sacks of grain and some medicine will make them forget who they are? They are Bloodstone. They are predators. They will turn on you the moment you show weakness."

"Father, stop! The power is unstable!" ​But before their blades could clash, the ceiling of the vault didn't just crack—it dissolved. ​A blinding, holy white light poured down, accompanied by the sound of a thousand silver trumpets. It wasn't beautiful; it was deafening and painful. High Circle Inquisitors, dressed in gold-plated armor and flying on wings of pure light, descended from the hole in the roof. ​"The vessel must be purged!" their leader screamed, a woman with a face of porcelain and eyes of gold.

“You broke my best friend you piece of shit.” I rubbed my face. “I can see why you believe that, but it’s not true. Hobbs, please let me explain before you break my femur.” He glared at me. “Yeah, alright.” “I didn’t sell you guys out.” “Then why was I hit over the head and chained up in a room?” Hobbs questioned. “They kidnapped you too?” I asked. “What the fuck is this?” “I just hope you’re enjoying all of your money!” Naomi spat.