Novel Left Behind Novels & Stories

"I thought it was a myth." "So did I." As they walked deeper... The tunnel widened. Then narrowed again. The air became colder. Finally... They reached a massive circular chamber. Everyone stopped. The room was unlike anything they had seen before. Hundreds of candles burned along the walls. Despite no one being there. The flames were fresh. Recently lit. In the center stood a marble pedestal. Upon it rested a single leather-bound book. Nothing else. Alessia approached cautiously. "No." Vittorio warned. "Don't touch it."

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

At the Silverpine Pack's annual winter market, Dad bought a Christmas chocolate bar for Chloe and one for me. I accepted mine happily, but Chloe burst into tears. "Why does she get the same thing as me? Ever since she came along, I haven't been your only baby anymore!" Mom immediately took the chocolate bar from my hand. "Chloe can have this one too. You can eat something else later." But I wanted a chocolate bar too. Dad had bought that one for me. I started crying, and Mom suddenly lost her temper. "You've already taken half of your sister's love away from her. Now you can't even let her have one chocolate bar? You're already competing with her for attention at your age. Who knows how self

During the months after I left, I had long since gotten used to life without Adrian. I had carried this suitcase up and down on my own the whole time. I truly did not need anyone's help. Adrian waited downstairs alone. Before going out, I specially told my parents, "I'll be back soon and eat dinner with you." When I went downstairs and walked outside, Adrian followed silently behind me. Our small town didn't even have an airport, so naturally there were no upscale cafes either. We found a small nearby park with few people. I found a quiet corner and turned to look at him.

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

Your chapter on emotional meridian cultivation changed how I think about everything. Lihua took the basket. She said thank you. She smiled back. She did not trust a single word of it. — ✦ — Yijun was out on the central peak consulting with Elder Zhao when Yanmei arrived, which meant Lihua had to navigate the first hour alone. She made tea, she listened, she asked careful questions and watched how the other woman answered them.

The city of Bakunawa. When he turned the page to three hundred seventy-eight chapter eleven, he saw what he was looking for. The eleventh city that once ruled the entire realm. The land that was swept away and was forgotten by some. A place where the tragic rain of meteors destroyed a powerful lineage. The city of ‘Faith’. Ten minutes reading the said book, Dye displayed a weird grin on his face. A smile that sent shivers to his own people.

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

Christopher's face turned ghostly pale. After a few minutes, he suddenly stood up, his chair toppling over with the force of his movement. Grinding his teeth, he grabbed Nathan’s wrist and said in a low voice, "Let's go. We should leave. Don't come back to disturb your Mom again." For the first time, Nathan lost control in front of me. He struggled against Christopher's grip, then threw himself into my arms. "I won’t leave. I want to stay with Mom! You lied to me! Mom isn’t as bad as you said!” he cried.

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.