Mortal Instruments Book 1 Pdf Novels & Stories

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled. Gem of Life. The name made my wolf still. Completely still. I reached out without thinking. The moment my fingers touched the cover, the entire book lit up, a soft pulse of light spreading through the room like a heartbeat. “Okay,” I whispered. “That’s new.” I tried to open it. Nothing. The cover did not even budge. Annoyed, I pushed power into my hands, letting my alpha energy surge. The room reacted but the book did not. It stayed sealed, calm, almost amused.

Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles. A loud crash echoed behind them. Another book had fallen, heavy as a coffin. This one spilled fire instead of blood. Golden flames flowed from its pages, spreading across the shelves and casting an eerie glow throughout the aisle. Camela turned around, as her heart raced. “What…what is that one?” she asked. Vincent’s face went pale, and his fire flickered. “It’s mine,” he replied. The book opened with a sharp crack, and its pages bled with his essence: his fire, his chains, and the smile he wore when he pulled her into the hall…with the threads he had wrapped around her wrists.

More, and more. End of Book 1

How did it all begin? I remember, first, the hunger pangs. My not understanding what they were. Jonah. Carnegie Hall. My first feeding. My inexplicably turning into a vampire. A half-breed is what they called me. I’d felt like I’d wanted to die. All I’d ever wanted was to be like everybody else. Then there was Caleb. His saving me from the evil coven, rescuing me. His coven in the Cloisters. But they cast me out, as human and vampire relationships were forbidden. I was on my own again—that is, until Caleb rescued me again.

Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly. "Open it," Alice says, handing the book over. I crack the book in the middle, but... the page is blank. Flipping through the tome, I find that every page is that way. "What am I supposed to do?" I ask. “It’s blank.” "For now," Alice says. The page suddenly begins to fill with words. "It's writing itself," I say, in shock. How is this possible? I turn the book over and study its spine, looking for the mechanical trick. It looks like any other book, though.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

The edges of my vision start to go black. "Winter!" Alec yells. Elena lifts one hand from my neck and sends a bolt of magic backwards. There's a brutal grunt from Alec as it hits him. Now, both Damon and Alec are down. I don't know if they're okay. I don't even know if Alec is alive. Elena's second hand is about to return to my throat, but I seize the opportunity. Grabbing her shirt's collar, I yank her down and to the side. This makes her fall off balance, leaving most of her body exposed to me.

She’s always there, ready to split us apart. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to take a step back, to figure out how this all began. How I even got here in the first place. It all started in New York. New York, my God. It feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. I was just a normal, typical teenager, living with a mom who didn’t like me, and who I didn’t like either, and with an annoying little brother, who I loved. But, of course, nothing was normal. I was a hybrid, or so I would learn. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. And coming of age at exactly the wrong time.