Marble Hornets Book Novels & Stories

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

Not just words spilling out this time. Scenes. Creatures. Hazards. One thick volume labeled CASTLE HAZARDS struck a stone, flipped open, and vomited a swarm of translucent, wailing shapes—castle ghosts, their eyes hollow, fingers like icicles. They shrieked and arrowed toward us in a ragged storm. Another book, NEON DRONE PATTERNS, burst against a fallen shelf. Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks.

Marinetta and Harley fought with everything they had, determined to stop the witch and protect their pack. In the midst of the chaos, Marinetta noticed a large, ornate book lying open on a pedestal. It was filled with ancient spells and rituals, and she realized it was the source of Morgana's power. If they could destroy it, they might be able to stop her. "Harley, the book!" Marinetta shouted, pointing to the pedestal. Harley nodded and fought his way toward the book, but Morgana saw his intention and sent a blast of dark energy at him. Harley was thrown back, but Marinetta managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

He put down his book and went outside. He was taken aback when he saw a Maserati parked in front of his house. Who could it be? He wondered. Sebastian stepped out of the car. Dante was surprised to see him. "Sebastian...I mean, Mr Javernick, what are you doing here?" Sebastian couldn't hear Dante's question. His eyes were glued to the shirt he gave hiim, which Dante was clad in. He almost grinned. Dante was wondering why he kept staring at his body.

If you enjoyed this book, check out my other ones available here on GoodNovel. I look forward to providing your future entertainment! At the time that I am finishing this book, I am currently finishing Full Moon Wedding. Here is a little sneak peak: An opened portal revealed a giant slimy abomination. It was twice the height of a man with several flaps of scales around a giant slobbery mouth and rows of giant unrelenting, gnashing teeth. The leathery weather worn skin was wrapped tautly around it, as if it was too big for it’s own skin.

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

Erica: It happened so fast. My heart raced as Lorenzo whipped his head back at me. His eyes were glowing, and a smile flashed, showing off his fangs. “Well done, Erica. You brought the book back to me. I shall be taking it now.” Lorenzo twisted his arm free from my grip and bolted towards Robert. “The book! Give me the book!” I saw Robert’s eyes widen and in a split second, He passed the book to Dante. Lorenzo snarled, swiping at Robert and carving claw marks into his shirt as he sent him flying and focused on his new target.

Narrator's POV, The room was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the air heavy with tension and unspoken desires. The Omega servant trembled as Alpha Hornet’s grip tightened on her hair, his breath hot against her skin. His nails dug into her scalp, eliciting a quiet whimper from her lips. He liked that—liked the way she flinched yet remained obedient, her body stiff but compliant. The moment the door swung open, she sucked in a breath, her body tensing like a cornered animal. But Alpha Hornet didn’t even flinch. He was too far gone, too lost in his own indulgence to care about interruptions.

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.