Mythomania Book Novels & Stories

Picking the book from the couch I mumbled, “great! a novel.” I pray this book be exhilarating. I ambled back to my bed and planted my ass on the rough blue Chelsea FC bedsheet. I casted my eyes on the front cover, and read: “The Wolf Boy” “Damien Ace” nodding my head. I attempted to open the front cover, but a knock on the door interrupted me. I ignored the knock and went ahead, opening the front cover... I tried to read, but it was impossible. The knock on the door became persistent. It was like my head was being invaded by a Titanic migraine which would stop at nothing unless my head had been blown to smithereens. It was unbearably loud in my ears that it was hard to concentrate on what I

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

With each step she took, his anticipation grew, and his excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness at the magnitude of the moment. For George, since childhood, his life has been just like a game. He became aware of the mafia world early, and his hands got bloody early. Because of that, he was no longer able to dream of having a girlfriend and living in peace. For George, it's a luxury. His father gave him a woman several times, but none of them succeeded until his father died, and he never touched any woman. Many people are starting to doubt his orientation, so there are also a few who send him a man, but he only beats him.

He is 6'1" in height and has a with a well toned body. YOU'LL MEET OTHERS WHEN YOU READ THROUGH THE STORY • • • Please pay attention below... This book contains my own imagination and research works about werewolves, vampires and other relating myths to those supernatural kinds. So please be kind and honorable to NOT copy my work without my permission, But feel free to comment as you wish... I don't care how you criticize me as long as your words aren't rude and are helping me to improve. I'm a very positive minded person.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

And they're huge. The way the story ends in this book isn't complete, because Adonis and Bella get another book in the series. That book is the sixth, so I can't proceed with their story without finishing books 2, 3, 4 and 5, because the 6th book picks up from where Bella and Adonis's story left off in this book but continues through the story of the rest of the couples. And I simply don't want to ruin the surprises the other couples have to offer in the meantime.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

I smiled and gave a slight wave at the people inside the library and took my seat on the chair. "Alright everyone, as we settle in for our event today, I'm pleased to announce that Ms. Caterina Santelli has graced us with her presence," the woman announced, making the crowd erupt with cheers and applause. "The signing of magazines will start momentarily." And it did start. It was tiring and most of the questions I got were annoying, but I had fun. I was glad to be on the cover, glad to be adored and glad that people looked up at me like I'm a superhero, when in reality, I'm anything but.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.