Isaac Books Novels & Stories

Eliza asked as she entered the room. “What?” Viviane coyly asked. “I heard something about facing your biggest fear head on,” Eliza said. “What’s going on?” Arthur eyed his daughter as he said, “Sit down and have some breakfast. Your mother made scrambled eggs with her homemade sausage. You know how you like her sausage.” Eliza smiled as she said, “I do love that sausage.” Then, placing her hand over her stomach, she added, “I’m not hungry, though. I think I’ll just have some coffee.”

Isaac Isaac stood outside the healer’s house, staring at the little cottage nestled into the forest. The roof was so overgrown with moss and the ivy climbing the stone walls was so thick he had almost missed it in the dim light. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea. Isaac had never been a particularly traditional man, and had always turned his nose up somewhat at the idea of magic and potions. If someone had told him just one year ago that he would be traipsing through the dense forests of the Lycan kingdom in the middle of the night in search of a healer who might not even exist, he would have laughed in their face.

Issac was a little puzzled, then he said, “I seldom get in touch with your aunt so I’m surprised too that she’s calling me out of the blue. Let me answer her call first.” “Okay.” Charlie then instructed, “Do not disclose to her anything about me.” “Yes, Master Wade!” Isaac then pressed on the answer button. Once the call was through, he said respectfully, “Hello, Miss Carmen!” Isaac was a servant of Wade’s family. Apart from Jeremiah, whom he greeted as Lord Wade, the rest of the family members were addressed as Master and Miss.

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”

“No, I swear I am not.” “But what about the candles and the weird thingy ma-bobs floating,” she paused, eyes widening in shock, " floating,” she gasped out again in utter disbelief emphasizing the word with a hand gesture, ”around the tent and… and your eyes?!” Alexa knew she sounded insane, perhaps it was she who was on drugs and not her brother. “I am a Witch,” was Isaac’s simple answer “I’m sorry a what now?” The redhead blinked owlishly, trying to figure out if she had heard him right. Almost forgetting her anger at her brother.

she turns to us, her warm smile still in place. My fist tightens beside me, the only anchor I have keeping me from running the opposite direction. “Banana splash,” Ivan mutters quietly, His hand slips into mine, and air rushes out of my lungs so fast the earth spins for a second. “Ivan, what’s Isaac’s greatest fear?”

He takes out a book from his backpack and hands it to Calix. “What is this?” Calix flips it open to a random page and sees a list of names written in smudged ink. “Where did you get this?” “My great-grandfather has always been a huge collector and one of his hobbies was exploring abandoned areas in the swamp, ones with signs of past pack activity. A lot of what he was able to restore were the books he found, and this was among his collection.” Isaac takes the book back and flips to another page before handing it back.

Isaac is given more freedom, and I leave his door unlocked, but Maggie will not see the outside world until she realises that Easton isn’t the god she made him out to be in her head. I walk past Isaac's cell and glance inside. He’s lying on his back, reading a book he chose from my library. He is completely relaxed and at ease with himself and the world. He wants nothing to do with Lupus Dominus, and to him, the time he spends in my dungeon is the first step to freedom. I slide the hatch of Maggie’s cell open. “Are you decent?” I ask. “I’m coming in.” “Go fuck yourself,” she snarls at me.