Holiday Reinhorn Books Novels & Stories

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

The anklet was rose gold with diamonds strewn throughout and had a couple of small charms hanging off every few inches. One charm was a set of Vampire fangs, one charm was a Wolf, one charm was a Witches hat, One Charm was a Fairy wing and the last charm was an elemental symbol with all five elements. “It’s fitting, if I do say so myself. Nice job, Rosa.” I said. “Thank you Master Rowen.” She replied, and bustled off back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. “You know, the Vampire fangs are my favorite.” I said with a grin that showed my now elongated fangs. Ambrosia just started laughing.

He sounds so misleading! I stood up, reached out to him, and caressed him with my hands. Riftan closed his eyes and leaned on me while I did so. I felt the male's warm head rest against my chest. I rubbed his ears and he opened his eyes. He must like the feeling of being rubbed. Just like a dog. Riftan didn't smell like rotten blood at all. Instead, his scent smelled of pine and sweet sap. He smelled like the tropical forest despite living in a boreal one. I wonder where he acquired those?

he growled softly, voice rough with need, “but your body keeps begging for me. Your scent is thick with arousal. Your nipples are hard. Your thighs are shaking. How long do you think you can fight this before you break?” The hotel suite tension was suffocating. Every breath carried his scent. Every glance carried heavy promise. My body was on fire , my pussy was swollen and dripping, core aching to be filled again, wolf howling for his knot. Yet my revenge mindset held firm, a cold blade in the center of the storm. I slipped past him, moving toward the couch with shaky legs. “As long as it takes. Goodnight, Mr. Blackthorn. Try to keep your hands to yourself.”

I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand. Shelf.....5.....no....7 Finally I found it. As I pulled the red covered book out but by mistake another book slipped from it's place and landed on the italian tiles with a thud. I bended down to pick it up but the picture on the opened page made me stop all of a sudden That sighn.... How could it be here?? I picked it up to see that the same sign I saw 10 years back was there clear and distinct. A thunder mark bordered by lightning blue colour.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

She sat at the table, smiling until her eyes fell on the title—”Manners and Etiquette: A guide for proper ladies. ‘How dare he? Bastard!’ Ayla thought before throwing the book across the room. She forgot all about the food as she started pacing around the room. She hated—hated—King Rhobart and one day, she promised herself, she would leave Nordmar behind and go far, far away, to some remote place where no one ever heard the name Rhobart.