I Shall Not Be Moved Book Novels & Stories

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

He closed them behind him. The library was empty again. I did not move for three seconds. I could not. I sat with my hand flat on the cover of The Hierarchies and Rights of the True Alpha and the small bright bell in my chest ringing the way a bell rings when it has been struck twice in twelve hours by a hand that has not yet decided whether it has the right to strike it a third time. Three seconds. I had not been able to move for three seconds.

I added furniture piece by piece. It was nothing extravagant, but everything had to suit my taste and feel comfortable. Moving day arrived with clear skies. When I carried the last box into my new home and closed that brand new security door that belonged to me alone, the entire world seemed to go quiet. There were no prying eyes, no passive-aggressive arguments, and no suffocating schemes. Just a room filled with sunlight, complete silence, and my own steady breathing. I poured myself a glass of water and settled into the sun-drenched couch, looking around. There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family.

He doesn’t move, as I put my hand through the bars of his cell, resting the book against the concrete floor. "You don't have to read it," I tell him, suddenly self-conscious that he is judging me. He’s a pure-blood immortal who I doubt has any interest reading a child’s novel. Regardless, I’ll sleep better tonight knowing I gave it to him. "I just hope you see why I'm doing this." He looks at the book, and then back at me again, the dark ends of his hair raining down into his thick eyelashes. “Run, Amolet,” he breathes, his tone making me shudder. “Before I have to watch this place take your innocence.”

Certainty’s book hovered above their head, its pages turning on their own, revealing the first choice ever made—the moment when existence decided to be something instead of nothing. The words on the page glowed with absolute power, and as Certainty’s stone hand reached for it, reality itself began to shift. Worlds that had chosen peace began to prepare for war. Children who had picked up books dropped them for weapons. Scientists who had shared their discoveries locked them away. The single fixed path was taking hold, and there was no turning back unless action was taken now.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

I won't bring them home anymore. "Also, I'll make sure to come home every week to accompany you. Can't you move back in with me? Please?" Was this what Noah meant by having thought it over for days? "Mr. Lloyd, there's no need for any changes because what happened in the past can stay in the past. Goodbye." I flung off Noah's hand and hurried toward Asher. Noah still chased after me, trying to pull me back to him by force. Asher immediately stepped forward and stood in Noah's way, shielding me in his embrace instead.

She moved slowly, and walked as quickly as she could to the book, careful not to trip on the stones which were so heated against her feet. Slowly, she knelt on the stones and pulled the wooden book from where it sat. It was like a magnet, and it firmly moved with her. Something told her that no one would have been able to hold the book except for her. She quickly walked away from the stones before they burned her foot. Something moved past her so fast that she jolted towards the left. Oh, my goodness! What was that? “Read,” a voice came out of nowhere. ‘Who are you?” Clarissa called out.

She was there in under ten seconds, which was either a credit to her hearing or evidence she really did have alerts bound to every emotional spike in this house. “What?” she demanded. “Who bled? Who set something on fire? Who attempted high‑level spells without supervision?” “None of the above,” I said. “Rowan just… moved a book.” Her brows snapped together. “Crawled?” “No,” I said slowly. “Moved. As in, telekinesis. Tiny, wobbly telekinesis.” Her gaze dropped to the blanket. The fabric book still lay where it had landed, innocent, and crinkly.

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