Maelstrom Books Novels & Stories

“What are your thoughts on that?” “What werewolves?” Aislen raised an eyebrow at Phillip. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the Triquetra are hybrid, Talen’s a vampire, and I’m… well, an Emissary whatever that is. A child of a god,” she corrected herself as Stella made a slight movement. “I get it, a descendent from a god. A telepath, and a half-trained witch,” she added, with a wry smile. “None of us are werewolves, and if we’re leading the battle against the Van Helsings, and if I’m this so-called Emissary that everyone’s counting on, then the answer is, no, the werewolves won’t defeat the Van Helsings, because my mates and I will.”

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

Next day Xikoth had sent her a thick book on symbols with a note: [Read it and if you are not able to understand anything, Zaila will help you. And if even she can’t explain you, mark them down and I will let you know.] Amelia was ecstatic that there was at least a beginning. She could hope that he would let her work. She really needed to get occupied. She spent her time reading the book and understanding the symbols. The more she read, the more she felt she was near the folks of this place. She would sometimes make Zaila and other handmaidens her specimen and study the symbols. It was an interesting study. Although she didn’t know how it would help her in healing.

Jace followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he came hard inside me, filling me with pulse after pulse of warmth. We stayed like that for a long moment, connected and breathing heavily, his arms wrapped protectively around me. The night felt almost peaceful. Until a soft gasp shattered the silence. What the hell? My eyes flew open. Mia stood at the balcony doorway, her hand still on the door handle, staring at us in complete shock. Jace was still buried deep inside me, his arms around my naked body, my breasts exposed over the railing. The three of us froze in horror as the reality of what she was seeing sank in. To be continued…

River pushed open the creaky door, stepping into Alpha Malcolm's library, a sanctuary of knowledge and tranquility. The room enveloped her like a warm embrace, shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretching towards the ceiling. The musty scent, rich and earthy, filled her lungs, and the faint whisper of pages seemed to hum a gentle melody. River's fingers trailed over the spines of the books, feeling the raised letters and embossed symbols. She had always found solace in the written words of others, the stories and wisdom of those who had come before. Malcolm's collection was vast, with tomes on everything from pack history to ancient magic. River's eyes scanned the shelves, searchin