Hogged Books Novels & Stories

But before I could make it to the porch, another wolf slammed into me, pinning me to the ground. This was it. I was dead. Scout’s barking rang out, sharp and furious. I turned my head, choking on rainwater as I saw him charge the wolf. “No!” I shouted, but it was too late. Another wolf intercepted him, grabbing him by the scruff and tossing him like a rag doll. “Let go of me!” I roared, struggling beneath the crushing weight of claws and fur. Footsteps. My head jerked toward the sound, and I saw them—bare feet squelching through the mud. The figure stopped just shy of the flashlight’s beam.

The book of forbidden magic was still in her hands, so I reached for it, but Shantel grabbed it first, moving faster than the speed of light. “This is what you came for?” She asked, raising the book in the air. “It's not what you think.” I tried to explain but a sharp growl cut me off. Words paused in my throat as a gigantic black wolf stormed into the library, its eyes glowing red like the blood moon on Eclipse night. Everyone stumbled back, including the council women, surprised by the sudden appearance of what I believe to be a Rogue, or better said, the king of Rogues. It growled loudly and thunderously, making my heart jump.

Another sight to cause Amber to reflect as that could be her life right now. But these women who belonged to the gang, were far from the only disturbing thing Amber saw on her trek to meet The Mad Hatter. Her heart beat harder against her ribs when she noticed one source of the blood. She made the mistake of peering through the open door of one of the rooms they passed. Her guts twisted up at the sight, a dog fight. Men and half-dressed woman were screaming things towards the cage where one dog was ripping another poor creature apart. Literally, chunks of meat and blood from the poor beast who yelped in agony. Amber placed a hand over her mouth to keep the bile down and ran past the door. B

Annie spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on some work for the following week as Hugh lay on the sofa reading the book that he had borrowed from her house, he found the chapter on Werewolves and started to read. “You sell this in the human world?” asked Hugh. “It tells them everything about us, how to hurt and kill us, isn’t that dangerous?” Annie looked round at him. “No, that book was published by wolf publishers for the wolf world. I wrote two versions, one for us and one for the humans.” “There are wolf publishers?” he looked surprised.

And lastly, the books in this section look even older than the ones that Rhode was looking at. I take a closer look at the shelves to see that most of the so-called books are mostly loose papers that are poorly bound. Some look so ancient I worry that the papers will crumble into dust if I touch them. But I pull out a few anyway, sneezing my head off in the process and trying to find something about the silly legend of Udbhava.