Locke Lamora Book Novelas e Histórias

Luna's eyes were fixed on the old leather-bound book, her expression a mixture of fascination and fear. Damien nodded, as if he understood her reaction. "This is the pack's history book," he explained, his voice low and reverent. "It contains the secrets and stories of our pack, dating back centuries. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the book. It seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy, as if the secrets contained within its pages were waiting to be unleashed.

“But I’m still allowed to dislike it.” That warmth in me moved again despite everything. I reached for the book. The lock looked the same as before, smooth and shut and waiting with that tiny sharp point hidden in plain sight. I pressed my finger to it more carefully this time, braced for the sting. It came a heartbeat later. Quick. Sharp. Familiar now. A bead of blood welled and touched the lock. Ronan’s whole body tightened. The book opened.

“Umm, yes. That is what I wanted to talk about. How did you figure it out?” She scoffed, “I thought you were as sharp as a sword polished by a remarkable smith. Except for the fact that Velmora already mentioned this to me, you can easily connect the dots. The name literally spells it out.” I pouted, “Well, I guess there's nothing to be worried about. You should be able to figure everything else out yourself.” I stated. “Yes, yes. Now, go. Let me practice with him in Peace.” Lora urged me.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.

She was so worried about Ramona that she could not think straight. "It will bind her to her kind, awaken her abilities, and she will be strong enough to save herself, her child, and possibly that mate of hers! Now, touch the fucking book and let me do what I want!" Roman yelled and pressed his palm against the book's cover, pointing it at them. Gripping a corner of the book, Tiana slowly released Lorenzo's arm and held his hand. The book began to glow brightly, similar to Ramona's eyes. It was an action that gave Lorenzo some hope. And reluctantly, he gripped another corner of the book.

I ask them when I cross over to where they were hovering a map. Before they could say anything, Rowena walked in. “What's the urgency?” She asked, pulling the chair to sit down. Lucian explained that he found a book containing information about the mystery pack that existed before the Bluemoon was created. The only problem is that the book needs Luna’s blood to be opened, and that's why they call my mate here. Once the guys push the book toward her, she wastes no time cutting her finger and drops a drop of blood on the book, which lights up, and the lock on it breaks. She flipped the first page and started to read.

"So, you don't know who the enemy is yet? I mean, besides the rogues?" "I've figured it out even if I didn't get the details." Liam ruffled his hair. "The rogue said that the real enemy is in the pack." Amora was taking a stride backward. "Are you crazy?" Amora walked out of Liam's study. Her shoulders were very limp, her gaze sad. She wandered around to observe the interior of Liam's house. Wasn't it so beautifully reassuring? Then what would happen if it was suddenly overrun by enemies? What if it was destroyed and replaced with a new building?

She saw the book that Shahara gave her and asked her to read it. She instantly went near it and got it while she sat on her bed, leaning on its head rest. ~ Werewolves ~ It was the title of the book – and it was quite a heavy and thick hardbound book. Tamara flipped the book over and scanned it. Almost all of it was already explained by Shahara until a word caught her eye. ~ Lycanthropes ~ It was written – making her eyes narrow into thin slits and her brows furrowed in curiosity – and she touched it with the tips of her fingers. She intriguingly continued reading it.