Green Angel Book Novels & Stories

The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not. " I see you found out the truth, your aura of goodness has left you" the seer says smiling. Annabelle stares at the woman. She looked disgusting. Her teeth had gotten more rotten than it was the last time she came. "Here is your book of spells, I was instructed to give this to you" the seer picks up a lengthy book of leather covering stretching it over to Annabelle. Annabelle stares at the book for some moments. A gift from someone. Well whoever it was, she cared not.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

I wrapped my free hand in the satin fabric of the dress, trying my best to control my anxiety as Alpha Kaia opened the book that lay before her on the altar. It was the Book of the Moon, the sacred writings that the Goddess had left for us. I had never seen it with my own eyes and, Holy Moon, just thinking that the Alpha herself was about to perform that ceremony made me tremble.

I add. “What does this glow look like?” Rye asked. “Devon and Nate glow a bright iridescent silvery colour. Kaleb glows a bright darker blue colour and Reece glows a bright darker green colour. I also notice a darker blue halo around Kyalni and a darker green halo around Mykenzie. The halo seems to follow them. Nymyra also has a bright silver glow to her.” I answer. No one says anything, and I have a feeling they think I am crazy. I see Rye look at Chris, and I can tell they are communicating without words. None of the three women seemed to be phased by this. It’s like they already know.

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

Until I reached a door. Ancient. Locked. But the moment my fingers brushed against it— It opened. Luca was right behind me, tension radiating from him. “Angelina, wait—” But I was already stepping inside. The chamber was small. Circular. At its center stood a pedestal, and on it— A book. Old, bound in leather, its pages yellowed with age. And yet, as I reached for it, the symbols on its cover glowed. Recognition slammed into me.

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.

“Go for it. Cast away.” “Thank you.” Angelica stepped, rubbing her hands together before moving them about the book by several inches, her palms facing down to the book’s cover. Whispering softly almost to herself, a glow formed around her hands and finally settled on the book. “If the light turns green, purple, or red, it’s cursed with something. If it’s white, yellow, or stays blue, we’re good and there’s no curse. Negative magical intent will appear as an orange glow. It might take a minute or two to change, depending on how complicated the curse is.”