Naruto Book 2 Novels & Stories

What should she do? "Your body is thrown to the world you came from, look beside you." She was told and she gasped. She was standing beside her lifeless body which was carried away by an invisble force and she watched as it was thrown up in the sky and then it disappered. She remained there, in her spirit form. "If you pass the taining and win the battle then your spirit shall posess your body if you fail, your body will raise using the human spirit and that will be the end of you Luna Milburn and the beginning of the new Karen Milburn, the weakest human to ever exist." She was told.

'Whatever you were paid, I assure you, Luna Iris will double it for you if you allow me go', she pleaded. 'So, it is no longer, the Alpha, it is now the Luna?' the second man asked mockingly. 'Very soon she will promise to put in a good word for us with the wolf king!' the leader said and they both laughed. 'Alright. Enough talk!' he said and placing tough hands on her shoulders, dragged her cloth down ripping it. The tear got to her stomach and Anna realized that there might be no putting the inevitable off any longer and her panic nearly choking her, she screamed with the last vestiges of strength she had. 'Leave me alone! Don't touch me! Help me somebody, anybody, please!' And seeing how

If you came to hate Vishnu in the first book, his actions would be justified (I hope so) in the second book. Also, book 2 will include stories of our side characters. I hope you support and love the second book as much as you do in the CA. That's all! We’ll see each other in the second book, readers. Love lots!

Stay tuned for Book Two, The Pack’s Triquetra! ** Please Note: a change was made at this point of the storyline in order to show the Triquetra's perspective and to keep book lengths managable **

No one would, for they knew going against their King would end them up dead. Sitting atop his horse, Toban smirked down at the village below him. Dragons in different shades of red and grey flew around breathing fire on the once happy village. This is what he wanted. He wanted the village to remember who their king was and who their king would always be. Once Toban had the Great Book, he would be able to live forever. The power the book would give him would be enough to have him living for many moons to come. Hearing the scream of his people, Toban turned to look at his general. "I want all of them brought back to the Palace at once."

Why stay helpless when you can choose to be powerful? Have a great day, everyone! See you all in the next book! UPDATE: BOOK TWO is now out as a completed novel - The Rogues Who Went Rogue.

I look up into the milky white eyes of my best friend and say one word. “Dragon’s!” **Authors note** I hope you have enjoyed Book 2, the next book, will follow on from this from Monday the 15th of Dec. Book 3 follows the story of Princess Emerald and King Vulcan in The Dragon Kings Golden Obsession. Hope to see you all soon :) MM xx

But now it’s lying in the center of my bed, open. I step towards it slowly, half-afraid it might suddenly flap its covers like wings and start flying around the room like an emerald green butterfly. With all the other madness going on around here, it would hardly be surprising. But the book lies still as a tombstone, the faded black ink staring up at me as I reach down to touch the thin paper. There’s a page missing. The jagged remnants of a torn page stick out from the spine, a clear sign that someone ripped a page out.

Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day. looking at the old book he felt that it wasn't any simple book, so he took the book away and walking to forest (house) thinking it might come as a good fortune in an old book. watching the young boy taking the book away, the old man smile and walk to the town muttering to himself,"i wish u best of luck boy".

I answer, my quick boots hurrying down the stone path as a sudden wave of excitement vibrates through my chest. Ronan sits motionless beneath the iron arches of the garden pavilion, his eyes staring down at his communication pad with a toxic mixture of hyper-focus and deep, agonizing sadness written across his face. My boots creep silently across the grass behind his shoulder, my fingers reaching out to execute a playful surprise attack, but my eyes accidentally catch a clear glimpse of the illuminated glass screen. The display holds a high-definition photograph of Ronan and Chika locked in a close stance.