Laced Book Novels & Stories

The air was heavy with the distinct, metallic scent of ancient Lycan magic and sterile corporate preservatives. Sector Seven. A low, wet hiss echoed from the center of the room. The mutated creature was crouching on top of a central steel operating table, its elongated head twitching as its hairless olfactory nodes flared, tracking the fresh trail of blood dripping from my shoulder. It bared three rows of needle-thin teeth, its muscles contracting as it prepared to make its final, lethal pounce to consume me.

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

Upon asking him why he thought a locked book would help them find Varcolac, he still picked another book from the shelf for her. This time, this one had a name on it and it was not locked unlike the big ancient one. The book had ‘Lunar de sangre’ as the title, meaning ‘Blood moon’. He opened the last pages of the book. In one of the pages was a snapshot of the maze on the big book’s covers. The following page was written ‘Varcolac y la lunar de sangre’ in huge bold numbers meaning ‘Varcolac and the Blood moon’. Too bad for them, the pages after this were torn off. Nothing they could get beyond the names and the maze.

Joseph called out gently. After some minutes, Joseph heard a rustle from behind. He saw a woman approaching him as he turned back. "Are you Ms. Lilac Styles?" Joseph looked at the woman. The woman seemed a little hesitant at first, but then she replied, "Yes, I am Lilac Styles. What do you want from me?" "No, ma'am. I don't want anything from you. Today I'm assigned as your angel, and I have to escort you to the stairs of heaven," Joseph's eyes were sweet.

Bored with her mom's romance section, she went to her dad's big tomes of history books. He had recently acquired an antique one. She hoped it was not locked on the vault. Her eyes caught an object with a deep shade of black cover and the spine and edge made of solid metal burnished in gold. -Wow.- It looked expensive and well preserved. The Lycan World, Third Edition. Author: The Alphas Finding the book made her night a little bit exciting. Hefting the precious literary gem with both arms, she went to her favorite lazy chair and curled her legs under her.

It was more like a hobby if he had time for it. Layla was getting hungry. She looked at her watch. It was eleven thirty-five. If she knew they would be out there all morning, she would have packed lunch. “Oh my God,” Lacey whispered. Layla looked over at her. Lacey’s hands were practically trembling as they held a brown diary. “What’s wrong?” “I . . . I . . . I . . . You should read this for yourself,” Lacey stuttered nervously. Layla took the book out of her hand and sat down in the wooden chair.

Upon the front desk, piles of leather-bound books rested, covering the sight of the old man—but she could see his wrinkled hand with a quill, writing on the parchment. In quick succession, she crawled beneath the tables and slipped into the towering shelves unnoticed. Librad contained over twenty red-oak book stacks, all aligned in columns and rows, and also surrounded by an entire wall of shelves. Through the narrow space above one section of books, Larice spied the Persian-red door behind the old keeper. She needed to lure the man away from the desk for a short while, so she could head for the door without being spotted. All of a sudden, a silent laugh hissed from the back row of the shelv

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina