Green Mantle Book Novels & Stories

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.

My hands shook as I felt the rapid thump of the rabbit’s heart under my palms. “Now,” she said. “Call the storm but not the lightning. Call the green.” “The green?” I whispered. “Yes, the color of life. The breath of the earth itself, see it in your mind and feel it in your blood.” I forced myself to imagine green. Leaves, grass, the moss on the rocks near Moonclaw’s riverbank. Slowly, my chest loosened. Heat stirred under my skin and a faint hum spread down my arms into my hands. My palms glowed faintly, pale at first.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

Indigo adds. Sapphire apologizes while I flip him off. I wasn’t thinking about him when I emailed the instructors at 2 in the morning. I plate them up some brekkie before sitting down and joining them. Indigo tells us he will stop by later and heads off to do who knows what. Sapphire plops down on her favorite couch and gets comfortable. I clean up, and as I do, I receive a text from Carmine. He tells me he hasn’t found anything new, but Emery is looking into several areas of interest. I head into the living room to join my precious jewel, only to find her asleep with Mel curled beside her. I grab a blanket and cover her up.

“Because she’s worth worse than that.” Something crossed Mayari’s face then. Not anger, but calculation. And beneath it, for the briefest moment, something dangerously close to doubt. Althea stood barefoot in the moon-damp soil and felt the world reposed. Not toward her but around. The ground adjusted first—the roots curling inward, stones softening as if they were learning how to hold her weight differently, and the air thickened. Not heavy, but attentive. Umbra paced in a tight circle, hackles raised, ears tracking sounds no human could hear.

Blushing she nodded to him. "Ren, I will speak with them for a bit." Melinda came out of her thoughts. She was mostly keeping the Nightmare Manual in check. it was way overstimulated the last few days. Ren warned her of the power involved but she didn't think it would be like this. She had no need for resources really as every fear and bad thought caused her to draw Ion energy faster.

He had noticed Alexandra giving the book to Robert, and that sly devil had hidden it. What's really the need for all those dramas? He glanced around the messy room. He wished it was tidy. He stepped closer to the high shelf and observed all the books and portions kept on it. The book of Ginnak has no definite color as it changes whenever it senses danger. Like now. But he would be able to spot it. He noticed a soft glow at the far-away desk. Found it. He strides toward the desk and picks up the book from the locker. It has turned green.

Please follow the instructions marked to protect yourself and your team from any further magics that are cast at you. I will be in touch soon, do not give up hope, there is light coming for you through this darkness. Elena I pull the deep emerald green book out. This one is small like a notebook you would keep in a purse, but filled with spells and notes. I flip to the page marked with a sprig of holly and a fern leaf.

I shrug my shoulder. Remiel looks down at the floor, his hand covering his eyes as he shakes his head, mumbling about no good demons and their clutter. “It will be fine.” I tell him, determination in my tone. “We will find this book in no time.” I hope. The color green flashes in my mind, a gift from Zaz in the dark recesses of my mind. “Green!” I shout out loud, startling Remiel as he continues to look around. He turns towards me in confusion. “I think the book is green.” I tell him more quietly. He nods his head, turning back to the books to search for ones that are green.

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."