Novel Wonder Novels & Stories

She whispered in total astonishment. A/N Hey Readers, I hope you enjoyed my novel and I'm already working on the next one - there are still girls that need rescuing. I would love to hear which characters you will like to hear more of and where my next book should go. What questions do you still have? Please leave me a comment. I'd love to hear from you.

Then I saw a title that made me stop. FIRST WITCH I pulled the book from the shelf. The moment I touched it, warmth spread through my fingers. Knox stepped closer. “What is it?” “I don’t know.” I opened it. The first page immediately began glowing. Then the words appeared. Before the wolves had a world of their own, there was only one world. I turned the page and images appeared, a world unlike anything I’d ever imagined. Dragons flew through the sky and giants walked across mountains. Witches practiced magic and fairies and trolls lived among the flowers even demons moved through dark lands.

I thought it had ended, but it turned out the author took some time off writing. "Still, it's lengthy. I forgot the title of the novel. It's quite a simple one. You'll definitely find it, though. The other one is completed. You—" Wendy looked at the book he gave her. It didn't have a cover. Pressing her lips together, she threw herself at him as her eyes reddened. It was too much for Yves to handle, and he toppled over. Silas scoffed. "You're weak, Mr. Homer! You need more training."

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Somewhere inside the quiet, consciousness stretched its wings for the first time. The world inhaled again. Closer, deeper. Not in fear this time. In wonder.

She stepped inside slowly, afraid that the room might vanish if she moved too quickly, that it might have been only a trick of her imagination. The soft hush of the place wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than fear gnawing at her—she felt wonder. Her fingers brushed the spine of a book, fragile and rough beneath her touch. She had always hungered for knowledge, though life had denied her the luxury. Now, staring at shelves towering higher than she could reach, her chest tightened with a strange mixture of longing and disbelief. She didn’t notice at first that she wasn’t alone.

But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed? "Maybe because she is the writer of the story", my subconscious mind called out. And of course, the idea was utterly bizarre, but then again this is exactly why it's called subconscious. A part of the brain which can never be realistic or logical. Sighing, I kept the book back in my bag and went over to the wildlife section. After finally screening the whole shelf for a few minutes, I finally got the one I was looking for. 'Wonders of The Wolf.' A chronological documentary on the lupus species.

Leaning against my desk with my arms crossed, I ask, "What did your old bedroom look like?" "Even messier than yours," Lennox replies, flipping through a hefty graphic novel titled Duncan the Wonder Dog by Adam Hines, one of my favorites. "Nirvana and Blink 182 posters covering the walls, only school books scattered around, an expensive surround sound system, and a punching bag." He rotates the novel vertically as he flips through the panels. "In short, I was cooler than you." I manage an irritated smile. "It's like you're intentionally trying to get kicked out of my bedroom or something."

A massive tree towered over her, its branches reaching up to the sky like fingers searching for something. Verena felt a sense of wonder wash over her as she gazed up at the tree, and she knew that this was no ordinary place. It was a sacred spot, a place where magic flowed freely and secrets were revealed to those who sought them. As she turned her attention back to the book, she saw that the text was now clear and easy to understand. The letters glowed, and Verena knew that she had unlocked the secrets of the magical book of witches.

At the children’s urging, they bypassed the both the Pharmaceutical and Men’s Apparel pavilions and made directly for DuPont’s Wonder World of Chemistry. The DuPont pavilion’s design included a spectacular test-tube shaped tower stretching skyward over one hundred feet in the air and when illuminated at night bore a remarkable resemblance to bubbling chemicals. Eerily, it brought to Evelyn’s mind Robert Louis Stevenson’s Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. But inside, both she and Sarah watched with rapt attention as the knitting machines worked busily producing a revolution in women’s legwear—nylon pantyhose.