Griffon's Saddlebag: Book 2 Pdf Novels & Stories

Griffin’s POV The maids greeted me at the door, taking my coat. “Did you have a nice trip, your highness?” one of the maids asked. But I waved her off. I was in no mood for pleasantries. The image of Sadie, her hand on the Sacred Stone, the ancient runes floating in the air accosted my mind. We had found her. After months of searching, discarding one she-wolf after another, we’d finally found the she-wolf that could awaken the stone.

I complained as the first dim stars lit up in the sky. The companion sighed. "That doesn't sound so crazy," he admitted. - It's time to go back. I'm already feeling hungry. I had to deal with failure. It must have been foolish to expect us to find and tame the griffin on the first day. Never mind, we'll try again tomorrow. I wonder how Fiona and Aitin are doing? I remembered the mysterious bag with the seal. Our eared friend threatened that we would soon see what he needed him for. - Do you think we succeeded? I asked my partner when we were already approaching the broken camp.

she said to the griffin, placing her hand on his neck. Flying was not exactly my thing, but I would do whatever I needed to in order to get to Allissa. I swung my leg over the griffin’s broad back, gripping the saddle that was forged by enchantments. It swiftly ascended into the sky, the ground disappearing beneath the clouds. The griffin’s powerful wings cut through the sky, and the wind whipped past me.

Even though I’d just saved him from a fate a thousand times worse than the time I’d murdered him, it still didn’t excuse what I did. I crouched beside the saddlebags and reorganized their contents. Half of them belonged to Griff, as he had packed in a hurry and left behind most of his things, including his ammunition. “Do you still have your guns?” I asked, keeping my gaze on our supplies. “Demons were chasing me, and I ran out of bullets,” he said, his voice tight. “I used up most of mine,” I murmured. He didn’t reply, but I could feel the heat of his gaze boring into my back. Perhaps the demon who had claimed he’d felt my killing intent hadn’t been lying, because Griff’s hatred burned hott

Jean fell to her knees beside her teenaged daughter and gently stroked her hair, sobs racking through her body as she watched her child suffer from indescribable agony. “There must be something we can do. We can’t just let her suffer!” Isaac whined, pacing back and forth anxiously, feeling utterly helpless as his twin screamed and cried. “The grimoire, go get it now!” Someone ran out of the room, and within seconds there was a large leather-bound book being thrust at the witch. “Aiden,” Griffon called out, holding out a pair of jeans toward the naked shifter, who quickly and wordlessly slipped them on before returning to his mate’s side.

"Year One, Seventh Infiltration. Disguised as a rogue. Traded three hellhound teeth for five Shadowblossoms. Got cut on the arm by a Shadow-Claw guard's silver blade, almost blew my cover. Thankfully, this should be enough for the pack for another month." "Year Two, Fifteenth Trip. They raised the price. They wanted a live griffin heart. It took me half a month of tracking to find a lone one on the Broken Cliffs. The fight was savage. Three broken ribs, but the heart was still warm. Fabian's warriors won't have to die from infected wounds now."

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

And with everything we need for a whole week of figuring this strange situation out. Griffen meets me at the back door of the truck, and without needing to say a word, we fall into a rhythm. We both grab as many bags as we can manage, plastic crinkling, paper rustling, arms loaded. I carry two food bags and one of the hygiene bags towards the cabin while Griffen balances a pile of clothing bags with practiced ease.

Darkness swept in like a storm. I stood at the edge of a battlefield—charred earth beneath my feet, thick smoke curling into a sky cracked with thunder. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Lycans. Humans. Their eyes stared blankly at the heavens. In the center, rising from a mountain of ash, stood Griffin. A crown of burning gold hovered above his head, and in his hand… the orb. Only it wasn’t glowing with the soft, sacred light I had come to know. It was bleeding.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"