Green Mantle Book Novels & Stories

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

strangely comforting. He clearly didn't think anything of the sort, because as soon as they turned a corner and reached a section where the books were so old that they were pretty much held together by divine intervention, he dropped her hand immediately. Marcellus stood on his toes and somehow managed to reach the highest part of the shelf, pulling down a big, green book with golden letters on its spine. Its title wasn't even in the common tongue. "What language is that?" Scarlett said in her normal voice, and once again, someone shushed her.

We keep running for a few more minutes until we get to the old lake. Just like before; it is still dried up. An empty space. Filled with cracked and dried up earth. Empty. Elsa is crunched on the ground looking defeated; hands folded into fists by her side. "El, It's going to be fine," I say kneeling by her side.

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

I do not mind though, as his housekeeper said that he should be back in a few minutes. Hesitantly, I gently enter and patiently wait in the exact spot I was in before. My eyes roam about the room when they are suddenly snatched by a familiar book with a green cover. The shelves are packed tightly, and I sneak over to get a closer look. Taking some sort of risk, I work the book out of its slot and read the cover. Lycanthrope Mythology. How pleasant. This will surely make time go by quicker. Hopefully, Alpha Kenn does not mind.

All I feel is anger, and hatred bubbling out from me. With newfound strength I charge towards Soren, using my spear to knock his from his hands. Once I'm in close enough I grab Soren's arm thrusting him to the ground. When our skin makes contact my entire body heats up and fills with a strange powerful sensation. Letting out a short battle cry, I once again turn towards Soren. But I stop in my tracks when I noticed my body becoming engulfed in green flames. I freeze, has Soren used his magic on me? But I'm not in pain. Now realizing that the flames are not burning me, I continue on my path to Soren.

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

I added; although Almera wanted to inquire more, she shut her mouth, and they obeyed what I ordered them to do. But, when I moved, I screamed in pain when I felt my headache. I touch my nose when a liquid flows down, so I quickly wipe it. I saw blood on my hand; I was about to panic when I accidentally touched the book using my hands that had blood. I was surprised when I saw the book glowing light green. My hands slightly shook when I saw my last name on it, but I knew this wasn't mine; maybe it was from my family My tears started to form when I touched the last name. I can't believe that Alpha Giovanni's family hid this. I missed Alpha Giovanni so much; when I flipped the cover page, I saw

Chapter 117 – The Green Star’s Embrace A soft breeze stirred the nexus, carrying the scent of earth and blooming vines, a stark contrast to the sterile voids of past battles. Jessica stood on a path woven from living roots, their surfaces pulsing with emerald light under the glow of the green star. Its radiance was warm, inviting, yet it prickled her senses, stirring the hollowness in her chest where her spark once burned. The golden glow of her will held firm after defeating Vorath’s hunger, but the green star’s whisper—“You weave with strength, but I weave with life. Come, Jessica, and grow with me”—felt like a hand extended, not a blade drawn. Yet its warmth hid a shadow she couldn’t igno

I needed to understand what was happening to me. I dressed quickly then slipped out of my room. The academy was silent. Everyone else was still sleeping. I made my way to the greenhouse. When I pushed open the door, I immediately noticed something different. There was a book under the stone bench where Rhea and I usually sat. She did this occasionally. She left things for me to find without explanation or note. It could be herbs sometimes, or small crystals she said would help me sleep. But this time it was a book. I picked it up to look at. The cover was dark green leather. The title was stamped in faded gold letters: Bloodline Magic and the Lunar Covenant: A Practitioner's Study.