Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms. “Was it a naughty book? Like Karama Sutra stuff about sexual positions?” Biting my lip, I shook my head, for fear I would give myself away. The book was most helpful during my rut. I could hit delightful places with my ‘cock’ and my entire shaft was grateful for it as well. My dragon forced me to read it."

"It's been several moons, almost a millennium and this celestial abode is still in the quest of bringing home, the excalibar from the lines gate of earth. But I strongly believe that you folks are stupidly reluctant and shameless that you let the moon angels; mere flower petals to make away with it all the time. All because you allowed your third legs to do the walkings instead of otherwise. But this time, I would be putting a bounty on the quest. A great bounty at that. Anyone who would come home with the excalibar in one piece would be made the Prince worthy of the Dulmore's blazing throne." Lacian on hearing that, raised his head with a narrowed brow, worry and surprise was written all ov

The corners of Vraxlon's lips seemed to contain a small smile. "I must say that the merit of dumplings and clothes comes from your last very demanding reincarnations, Your Majesty. The castle remembers how to treat her, and that's all I know. Now try to find the book for the last time, and then we will proceed with the next step.” I released the particularly interesting book with a purple cover and a golden five-pointed star and, a little curious about Vraxlon's haste, I again turned to the castle ceiling. "I want you to find me the book of the dead.”

That was her last scream before she vanished into thin air. I blinked in confusion, finding it very easy. "Okay... how could she die so easily?" Alpha Gray ran towards Janice, glancing at the sword. "It's the Excalibur." "The what?" We both asked. "Excalibur is a sword that can slay anything, mortal or magical, living or dead. That was genius." He praised Janice. I smiled in triumph until I felt dizzy and fell on the icy floor.

Could I, a witch that held a part of Lilith inside me, even be trusted with the Sacred Flame? Gabe had wanted to tell me after we’d had some more time together. And after I had some more time to decompress after everything that had happened. Apparently, my aunt Rose, Alpha Xavier’s mate, did some research regarding the witch of Avalon. She was a powerful witch. The very same one who created Excalibur, in the tale of King Arthur. She was the Lady of the Lake that had gifted King Arthur his magical sword. According to legend, Excalibur was no ordinary sword; it was a weapon of profound magic and unmatched strength, symbolizing the divine right to rule.

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

She suddenly looked up, straight toward the window and instinct pulled me behind the stone column before she could see me. Ridiculous. I was hiding in my own mansion. After several seconds, I heard her chair scrape softly across the floor then nothing and when I looked again she was gone and only the books remained. I waited another minute before entering. The librarian looked up. “Alpha.” “The Lady?” “She returned the books.” “What books?” He pointed toward the cart and I picked up the top volume. ‘Ancient Royal Bloodlines.’ The second. ‘Lost Houses of the Northern Kingdom.’ The third.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like