Locke Lamora Book Novels & Stories

Staying in the dark is as much pain. The elder was in front of me, but he was really never there. I lung again, and the book slipped away from his grasp. Thud. The book hit the floor sharply. And as if being controlled by some mystic forces, the wind blow in stronger from the single window in the room and the pages fluttered open. Luna Jasmine: The betrayer of the Lunarstrike pack. What? A lump formed in my throat. My mother's name was there. Just right there, clear and undeniable. Then my eyes shifted to the next line.

No cars, televisions or roads. He made his way to the palace, angry that his carriage had shown up two hours later than usual. He noticed that the streets were empty. He entered the king's quarters, bowing as he came in presence of the king. "Harver Morvacain. I've been expecting you". "King Trafford... ". "Urgency, please. The Lioness claim you're the man for the job. I need your help in retrieving a book". "Book? " "The Book of Shadows. Lies beyond the mountains, for anyone daring enough to embark on a journey that kills most men".

“But when that anomaly finally bonds with Cove. When she finally becomes Luna and has a bloodline with Alpha Cove. Do you truly believe any of us will still matter?” She stepped forward, shadows clinging to her like ink. “She’ll have him. The throne. And then poof; our packs become pawns in her tiny little paws.” “When that happens probably that’s when everyone’s eyes will be opened.” Lorcan folded his arms. “There’s more than a thousand way to kill a rat. For f*cks sake there are other ways.” “Go on, name one,” Morrigana purred, leaning over the table. Lorcan turned to Oric, eyes searching, almost pleading for him to say something—anything.

“Run along and be more careful so you won't trip here again.” Her eyes widened at my words. But she quickly bowed and hurried away. Seems like Lana wants to take things up a notch. The library’s leather-and-wax scent is a fragile anchor, as I try to focus on the problem I was struggling with. Who would've thought that the menacing alpha of Nightmoor would know anything about hacking.

he assured her. Suddenly a strong, intoxicating scent hit his nose, sending a chilling wave of emotion through him. Damon’s wolf howled loudly in his mind as he suddenly spotted Amara walking towards him. As Amara approached, Damon’s eyes never left her. She looked strong and confident, but there was something beneath the surface — a subtle tension in the way she held herself. Her steps were steady, her gaze unwavering, but Damon noticed the slight tremble in her hands, the way her fingers curled into her palms as if she were trying to anchor herself. Amara was acting strong, but he knew better: she was trying to shield herself from the hurt he had inflicted, trying to appear unbothered, unb

Tormund asked, snatching both from Leroy. "It's a book that has all sorts of exit routes and secret passageways of the pack house. I think the Luna was planning an escape. The bag has some of her clothes and important trinkets and keepsakes." "WHAT!!!" Tormund roared. He opened the book and his eyes roamed over the pages as his wolf growled. He then chucked the book back in Leroy's hand. "Burn it!" he ordered. "Yes, Alpha," Leroy bowed.

“She’s already risking it, Elijah. I saw it in her eyes. The way she burns every time she sees Amara. Jealousy is the sharpest blade, and Lorraine is already holding it in her hands. She just needs to be shown where to strike.” Elijah stilled, his jaw tightening. “Amara.” He spat the name like poison. “Always Amara. Even now, even after the ceremony, she takes what isn’t hers. The kingdom. The crown. Caden’s heart. Everything.” I tilted my head, savoring his fury. “And that, my prince, is where Lorraine becomes useful. She doesn’t want the crown. She doesn’t want the kingdom. She only wants Caden. That makes her predictable. Desperate.”

He moved towards her and Liam with purposeful strides, his eyes locked on them. In an instant, the wolf shifted. Muscle and fur melted away, revealing the muscular man from before. Simultaneously, Liam's wolf form dissolved, leaving him standing tall and human beside her. Isla felt her feet touch the tracks of the roller coaster, Liam's hand signaling her to stay back. The two men faced each other, tension crackling between them like electricity. "Liam Lockwood ," the rogue growled, his voice low and menacing. “I was waiting to devour you!”

My body tingled, the familiar warmth flowed through me as I held onto it letting the energy cover my whole body, healing my sore bones when I had enough I let go the energy burst into the atmosphere like tiny confetti as it went up in black flames till it disappears My body felt stronger like a wolf under a full moon. I smiled, pushing my honey blonde hair behind her ears as I slid my hand through the cover. I turned the pages one after the other carefully. If the pace was increased it would tear; I had learned that the hard way. Letting the book settle on the page I had in mind PORTALS; there were three types: time, realms and places. The hardest to pull off was the time, there was no black

The thought still burned in him, self-directed anger seething beneath his cool veneer. Ella frowned. "What would they want with Grace?" "This." James held the book out and Lander took it, scowling as he touched the faded tooling on the aged cover, then flipped through some of the yellowed pages. "It was waiting for the overnight pickup by a feral vampire. Somebody was in a big rush to have it." Lander's look was grave. No question as to who the somebody was. "And Grace?" "She intercepted it." "Christ. What about Marlon's human mule?"