N K Jemisin Books Novels & Stories

Carved of bone. And a dagger in her hand. Jasmine shut the book. The ache in her palm had begun to burn. She looked down. The cut she had made was still there. Bleeding slowly. Not healing. A mark. A promise. The book went into the pocket of her cloak. The dagger back to her thigh. And she turned toward the door. There was no war yet. But the pieces had begun to move. And Jasmine Wembley wasn’t waiting to be chosen.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

My mirror confirmed it for me. “Or did you think of it as something?” No, Kai Petrova. I did not think of it as anything. Maybe I thought of it as something a little. Not in the way he was suggesting, though. To clear my head, I grabbed a book from the study table. I’d gotten it from Kai yesterday. Down with the moon. It was a paranormal/adventure book written by one of Kai’s favorite authors, Christina Ekekwe. He’d suggested it for me after I told him I was bored. So far, it was a great read. Since I had nothing to do around here, I would finish reading it.

I point out. I hug him as I leave the kitchen. I step out the front door as Janessya pulls into the driveway. I slide into the back seat as she throws the car into reverse, and we head out. Janessya tells me that Emmy and Kyllyan are meeting us. That is fine with me. I ask Janessya if she has seen Karli, but she tells me she hasn’t, which I find weird. I think it is weird that no one has seen her. I don’t have any classes that would overlap with hers, and I doubt she would take any courses that would have her coming to the side of campus where all my classes are located. Janessya parks the car, and we all climb out. We find Emmy and Kyllyan already there and seated.

It’s thought—sharp, desperate, commanding. Black smoke pours from my palms like spilled ink. It seeps into the corpses—through armor gaps, through open mouths, through the seams where life once left. One by one, the bodies jerk. Fingers twitch. Heads lift. Eyes snap open—empty, glowing the same pale violet that now burns in mine. They stand. Not gracefully. Not alive. But they stand. I point east, toward the ridge. Toward the demonkin pouring down like a red tide. *Fight.*

“Well, the second best.” The back of her fingers caressed Isoke’s chin, and she nuzzled into her ear. “See what you made me do.” Rubbing the tip of her nose against her neck, Tessa closed her eyes and savored the brutality squealing through the air in the room as the three men slaughtered their sacrifices before their bloody Queen. “You wanted to know what it felt like to be responsible for the deaths of my baby and husband, didn’t you?” Nodding her head yes, Isoke closed her eyes. All she wanted was to end the violence that cursed their lives, and she never dreamed it would come back to her this way. “I am sorry.”

93 Geoffrey glares at me through his swollen eye slits, but I smile back because karma is such a fucking bitch, and these people are about to get a rude awakening. The row was long and dull, and the nonstop ringing of the church bell wasn't making the mood any better. The hemp rope biting into my wrists reminded me that this wasn't a cruise under the stars. The glowing lamps from the docks were coming closer and closer, and in a few moments, the boat was steered next to a wooden ladder nailed to the high dock. Shit Do not ask me how I got up the ladder without hands, but my body is covered in bruises

“Thank you. I was starting to think you’d make me wait forever.” Hey everyone!! Please joing my Facebook page Jessica White Author Page or follow me on Instagaram @author_j_white for upcoming works and giveaways. Also, I'd love it if you gave my other stories a try. I have an 8 book series (so far) of stand alone stories, but only four are on Goodnovels right now. I should have the others up soon. The Series is -Tessa Ignites -Tessa's Wolves -Cursed -Hexom -The Ranger -The Darke King

“And let me know how the Smith ones are, I've been meaning to check him out.” A few minutes later Janice lay down on her cot and gingerly opened one of the books. She was always careful with books she got from the library, especially those that came from other places. She had an almost obsessive fear of damaging one of them and being told she could no longer borrow books. The thought disturbed her so much that she started to flip past the title pages and began to read. Before long, she was drawn into the novel which seemed to be about two races of aliens and their struggles over a galaxy that would one day be called the Milky Way. She was totally engrossed in the narrative when the words beg

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.