Haven: Book Novels & Stories

“Then maybe perhaps even the anger and the pain we’ve buried within us may finally find some semblance of relief.” I do not know a lot of Haven's story. Only that she came from the Shadow Pack, Greenwood. I know they are ruthless as this court of night. And I can not fathom the misery she had to endure. Haven remains quiet as do the rest of the Slaves. Vale’s lips rise slightly as if in pride. Hope adorned in them. I do not dare yet to be so sold, turning instead to the human, “What is this about?” Before she speaks, Idah, one of Haven's friends speaks from behind her.

“It’s where the Dominion began.” Another file automatically opened. An old satellite image slowly sharpened. In the center of the island stood a sprawling stone estate surrounded by cliffs. At the bottom of the image, one line appeared. Welcome to Black Haven. Henry Carter closed his eyes. “The final chapter…” “…starts there.”

In the ancient high-halls of the Northlands, the Vaughn Circle began finalizing the rites for my homecoming. "I shall return to the Vaughn Estates ahead of the pack to oversee the sanctification of the Great-Hall," Eva declared, her amber eyes glowing with purpose. "Sierra is the True Heiress; her arrival must be marked with the finest furs, the swiftest forest-runners, and tribute worthy of her blood." They prepared sprawling territories and artifacts of power to celebrate my return. Meanwhile, back at the Steele residence, I felt a sharp chill and sneezed. Was a rival pack whispering my name to the winds?

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

She might not have all the memories but she sure knew how it felt when someone lied to you and ignored you. The book store was packed. Packed because it was Jared Alvin who was introducing his newest book in the series and reading out live in this bookstore. Hannabelle was extremely pleased with the turnout. In the morning she had called Aithusa and said,” I don’t know whatever you have done with the guy that he has made such a choice but I am happy that you did that.” “I did nothing at all,” replied Aithusa in a dry voice.

Iris said softly. The door opened. Haven stepped inside wearing loose training clothes and socks, silver hair slightly damp from the shower she had taken earlier. She closed the door behind her carefully. Not nervous. Deliberate. Iris set her papers aside immediately. Haven crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite the desk. For a second, neither of them spoke. Rain filled the silence. Finally Haven looked up. “I saw past it.” Iris’s chest tightened anyway, even though she had known this conversation was coming.

“You okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’ve been staring at that paragraph for ten minutes.” I smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” “About him?” she asked carefully. “About both of them,” I admitted. She sighed but didn’t push. We’d had this conversation too many times. It wasn’t until later, when the sun dipped behind the buildings, that Jessy gasped and pointed at the TV. “Oh my god, Haven—look!” The news anchor’s voice filled the room: “…and rising author Haven Thorne’s debut novel, The Glass Garden, continues to top charts nationwide…”

Waited for an interminable moment, then flipped the cover open to find the following: To Hank . Gavin slammed it shut. Tossed the book onto the table next to him like it was a ticking bomb. Sucking in deep gulps of air, he mumbled, “No way. It’s not possible. There’s no way.” And yet, two opposing refrains echoed in his mind . . . mene, mene, tekel upharsin you’re here to decide your destiny Gavin reached out and grabbed the standard hospital pen that all rooms came amply supplied with. He picked up the notebook he’d dropped into his lap and opened it to the sight of a white, pure, empty page. He clicked the pen, waited for a moment . . .

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I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m