Nicholas Flamel Series Novels & Stories

Mr Richard disclosed as he peered into the flipping pages of his large textbook. I smacked my forehead, feeling sad, bored, angry, tired all at once. When I slipped my hands off my face, I saw Derek's green eyes staring at me. I smelled his musky lavender scent. It filled my nostrils and it seemed like it was pulling me closer to him. I just recalled that I haven't rejected him. As long as we haven't Rejected each other, I'll always be craving his scent. I shook my head and averted my gaze away from him, using my fingers to scribble on my desk.

No words. Like he’d read my mood before I’d had time to label it. I blinked at it, then at him. “Am I that predictable?” He smiled. “You’re caffeine-dependent and emotionally avoidant. That’s not predictable, that’s iconic.” I cracked it open and took a long sip, the cold bitterness anchoring me back into my body. “So, how was your first class at hell’s literature dungeon?” Nick groaned. “Is he always that intense?” I tilted my head. “Sometimes he smiles. But that’s usually a warning sign.”

He tugged at my hand, leading me to the swimming pool. It was winter, and the water was freezing. The moment I stepped in, the cold pierced through me. But when I saw the pleading look in his eyes, I kept searching, diving down again and again. However, there was nothing. I looked up and asked him, "Luca, are you sure you dropped it here? I can't see anything. What does it look like?" "It's a small golden car. Please, Aunt Shannon. I'm begging you." Clenching my teeth, I dove back into the water. I didn't know how long I had been searching when I suddenly heard Vivian's voice. "Luca, what are you doing here?"

Despite how loud my voice was, he didn't bother to look back. Few hours later, we arrived at the border of Flaming Pack territory with Sturbridge waiting for us. "Just like I expected!" I heaved with joy. Nicholas came to the horse and dragged me off, pushing me toward Sturbridge. "Thanks that you are here, Lady Noelle doesn't know, right?" he asked Sturbridge quietly and the latter nodded. "He said something about being partly possessed and he wants to guide you to make the potion. That's why we are here!" he explained hastily.

The chatter died. “Thank you all for coming,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of all warmth. “This gathering celebrates more than a birthday. It celebrates clarity.” Isabella smiled, stepping forward expectantly. “For years,” Nicholas continued, his eyes now fixed on a point above the crowd, “I have operated under a fundamental misconception. I built an altar to a ghost. I pledged my loyalty to a reflection.” His gaze swung to Isabella, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. “The reflection, it turns out, was a lie. The ghost was never there at all.”

he hissed angrily. Jamie quickly grabbed and opened an old, brown leather bag. A moment later he retrieved an old-looking spellbook and urgently started flipping through the old yellow and brittle pages in search of the spell he needed. His hands were visibly shaking as he browsed through the book. My gaze shifted and swept over the cave walls, hoping to spot Nicholas. I couldn't smell him; he probably hid his scent, but I knew he was close. I could feel him wandering the darker sides of the cave.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

he answered. "Flamis persona? What was that?" "You'll know about it later," he answered. I glanced back at the book. The first page says "Spadomar" and I immediately know that it means prophecy. I flipped the first page and my brows furrowed in confusion. There's only one page but its weight feels like it contains millions of it! "There's only one page?" I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it.

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.