Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

There is an uncanny resemblance to Justice, Max and Caleb. ‘Werewolves – Prophets and prophecies, a history yet to pass.’ There are traces of green gilding in the deeper recesses of some of the letters, and dark, oily patches of patina show the heavy use of this tome above the others. I would have thought that it’s place in the library of a werewolf would mean it would be utilised less that its more mysterious counterparts. ‘Or perhaps it’s guardians have simply had more to add.’ Caleb makes a sensible point.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.

“Are you sure about this?” Emilia asked one final time. She held a book, large and heavy, full of flying specks of dust that would’ve had a human coughing fits. It was a spell book. Full of ancient spells that were pretty forbidden… and also illegal. But what greater hypocrites are there than the ones who hold power. Right?... ‘Ugh… if Alastair finds out about this…’ “It’s be convenient if you just told Alastair about this”.

There goes a day’s worth of work, I grumbled yet remained transfixed on the djinns play. Unamused by the flashy display, I waited for the djinn to settle itself. The tendrils of its cloak wrapped by my waist, and I let it. It wants to faze you, Calaf. I saw my reflection in its hollowing black eyes. Dark orbs rested, producing a single bright flame for an iris. The depths of its eyes reveal how much it knows. “And… how do you know this?” “I read it in a book,” she replied. I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head.

“Well, well, well. Just how would you play this game of yours after this. Beatrix?” Loving the trill that he brings and introduces. HE counted HIS options, yet more likely HIS enemies. Ending into three as HE is somehow expecting another one, HE whispers the name. “Well then, when do you plan of playing this game, EXCALIBUR?” Somehow whispering the name that brings forth even bigger dread, yet not. A satisfied smile marks HIS face as a much deeper game is about to unfold coming behind the gift that ‘she’ gave. “Shall we play another game?”

“Magic like that doesn’t just happen randomly. Something inside you responded. That’s all.” Elias gave a small nod and turned down a narrow aisle. He paused as a strange shimmer caught his eye—an old, dust-covered tome wedged between two newer books. The cover was cracked and bound in what looked like faded hide. The title was written in an ancient language. He couldn’t understand all of it, but something about the script felt familiar. He tilted his head, trying to piece it together. “The One Who Shall Bridge Blood and Flame… the Born Star, Tethered Between…”

“Miss Abby, you’ve been cooped up in here too long. What are you—” Her eyes landed on the book. She froze. Then she dropped the tray right on my desk with a thud. “Where did you get that?” I arched a brow. “It’s from the royal library.” Norma stepped back as if it might bite her. “That’s the Demon Lord’s Grimoire.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Seriously?” “No jokes, Miss Abby!” she hissed. “That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.”