Maelstrom Books Novels & Stories

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

Chapter 2 The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church. My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above. My fingers traced the spines of the books. Father Damian had been insistent on what he said: find the ledgers, the ones marked with the red seal. Though I had searched for hours, the section where they should have been stood empty.

I stood with my feet planted firmly apart and my arms raised to the sky as I read my spell in a soft, firm tone, “Tóg dom as an áit seo do bhaile, a chur chugam díreach ná a dhéanamh dom roam. Cheilt dom ó gach súl draíochta, dom a chosaint ó bhannaí ina gceangal mar sin iad siúd perusing dom dall.” The ground trembled beneath my feet and my surroundings swirled around me with such speed I wasn’t able to identify anything. I was caught in a whirlwind of energy for so long I became nauseous. My muscles trembled and jolted as I fell to my knees. I was dizzy and disoriented. Panic took over. I was so new at doing magic. Had I done the spell incorrectly? Was I going to die in this funnel of ene

6 star rating out of 596 reviews. ********************* Harley: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book One - Completed - A Secret Romance in an Outlaw MC! Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend. It'

Mj said softly and put her hand on top of his. Dante’s grip loosened on the book and he took several deep breaths as he reached up with his free hand and began to run his fingers through the hair on the top of Mj’s head. “This book was written by half of the reason the Triad exists.” Mj’s breath caught in her throat and she looked down at the book they were both touching, running her hands over the cover she noticed the gold metalic title and hummed a small laugh, “I think this is the longest title I have ever seen,” she mused as she held it up and began to read, “A Discourse concerning the action of the sun and the moon on animal bodies and the influence which this may have in many diseases

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley. A light glows in the front windows, and the area inside is empty. I don't know why, but I feel intensely drawn to it. "Come on." I cross the street without waiting for him. "Come on, where?" Alec jogs to catch up. A swinging sign above the door says "Alley-Bat Books," and the door handle is worn wood. Yanking it open, I embrace the heat that billows out and step into the bookstore. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and the musty smell of paper and ink fills my nose. A chair and small desk sit in one corner, and a few lamps cast a warm glow.

With my breaths getting even heavier, he went thrusting harder, hands, never letting go of my figure, and all that was to be heard were the sound of those soft breaths which emitted his lips, accompanied with the pour of my moans drifting into the room. It didn’t take long for our bodies to go burning with heat, hands wrapped around each other’s, and while he pushed in deeper, the sound of his breaths, slow, calming, rendered every comfort to my ears. His arms were secured tightly around my figure, eyes never letting go of mine. While those thrusts became faster, the sound of my moans, followed with desire and longing, accompanied with the sweet sound of satisfaction, went blasting into the

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.