Mythics Books Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

Four! Raff motions me over and gives me a drink. “I was stunned when I first realized it as well. I thought I had to be mistaken. Four mates is practically unheard of outside of The Unseelie Queen and her predecessor and father King Thorne,” Raff says softly. “How long have you known, Raff?” I ask. “Not long, maybe a couple of weeks. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but you had to see for yourself,” he says.

Lia The moment we entered the plane, Thea asked to speak to me privately. Judging by her tone, it must be serious, so I didn’t say anything and simply joined her by the window. “I brought something for you. Well, Aiden did, but I was the one that asked him to get if for me. – She gets a small old-looking book from her backpack and lays it on the table between the seats – I believe this belonged to Thalia, but I can’t read it. I thought that maybe you, as a witch, can see what’s inside.”

The future isn’t set in stone; I remind myself, as I gently close the book, the sound of the pages rustling filling the quiet room. Carefully, I place it back on the shelf, its worn spine aligning with the others. My eyes wander to the collection of books before me, their aged covers displaying faded depictions of ancient myths and legends. I can almost smell the musty scent of ancient knowledge emanating from their pages. Doubt had initially clouded my mind, but as I delved deeper, I discovered fragments of truth, hidden amidst the tales of gods and goddesses.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

~Nassiri~ She grinned, thriving in the death the new war was creating. How entertaining that Nyxie would end a war only to later start a war? What amusing irony. She laughed, watching in her dark crystal as the fires she started engulfed lands and went out of control. It was delightful that Zues was blamed, as intended. All the added chaos gave Nassiri an edge in looking for the Obsidian Shard. It kept Kali distracted while she ran freely through Earth. Despite the seemingly simple nature of humans and the ease of their world’s layout she couldn't find the Shard. How was it so well hidden in a place that lacked magic? Nassiri, begin a Goddess, should have been able to trace its old magic aur

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.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Kendra looked into the room and saw nobody, but she was attracted by a vast and luxurious wall of books. “Wow! So many books!” Kendra felt excited. The books in this room were even more than the library of her school. It must be the book room inside this castle. Kendra pushed the door and walked in slowly. “Oh my god!” She stood in front of the book wall and sighed again. Kendra glanced at the books and found they were all limited editions. Ordinary people couldn’t afford them at all. Why did this castle have so many cherished books? Kendra climbed the wooden ladder curiously and found an interesting book. She opened it and started reading.