Originals Books Novels & Stories

I said so loudly that most of the people in front of me stopped what they were doing. All eyes turned to look at me. Swept me up with greedy gulps of their eyes. Sheep. The whole fucking lot of them. When they realized I wasn't speaking to them, they went back to their ministrations. Clawed at each other fervently. At the end of the large hall, the door opened on silent hinges. Swung wide enough for just one person to enter. Axlan. Long black hair braided back and out of his face. Dirt beneath his ice-blue eyes. Strongly built with a prominent jaw. He was even taller than Sekhmet, which was a feat in and of itself.

* The Bound Preservation: This meant that the book would be sold directly to people who wanted to sell it without any computers getting in the way. * The Archival Anchor: This meant that the original copy of the book was safe in a vault so people would always know that it was real. Julian walked around the table. Looked over Elena's shoulder as she opened the book. "Look at this, " he said quietly, touching her shoulder. "There are no logos or ads. Just the. The person who wrote it." Elena turned the page. I watched as the light hit the paper. "This is how the book was meant to be read, " she said. "No tricks to make people keep reading a good story that took a long time to tell."

I moved around and I started with the book titled; "The original werewolves." This sounded like a great story, so I picked it up and began to consume it. Days rolled into weeks and I moved from books to books. Gradually, I was reading a lot of historical books and I was getting fascinated by what I am seeing. Little did I know that I have little idea of what we are and the creatures around us.

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Peru said and continued on his way as the women’s words of admonishment followed him. Their grounds were large, running into several hectares of land, with several quarters built for the other werewolves and their families. Originally named as House of Eni, H.O.E, after the first Alpha of the line, others have come to call the grounds Heaven on Earth because of the comforts and security it gave to every werewolf under the family.

They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on them. “This is probably what you’re after,” he said, gesturing for me to take the guest seat at his desk. “They’re copies of originals so I’m not sure if the information is as accurate as it could be. However, they should provide you with some new information that you won’t typically find elsewhere.” Copies? So there were originals out there even older than the ones in my hand? Seemed impossible to even consider. I took the seat opposite Elder Luke and began flicking through the first book. There was definitely a lot of information I already knew, general topics and ideology, but I could see there were some new things too.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second. “You mean the besides the fact that she’s pregnant?” I questioned. “Actually, this is connected especially to the fact that she’s pregnant” He replied with a finger coming to a halt between the pages. He then turned it around to me. I batted my lashes. “What exactly am I looking at?” I asked him. “You’re looking at the only original documentation of the first study of Hybrids, by hybrids themselves. Two of them, hundreds of years ago. They made this book—“

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

She moved deeper into the library, toward the older shelves at the very back where the books looked like they had not been touched in years. And then she saw it. It was a large book, wider than her arm's length and bound in something dark that looked like old leather. The writing on the spine was faded, the letters curled in an ancient style she almost could not read. But she made out two words clearly enough. Pack Origins. She pulled it from the shelf carefully, the way one would handle something that might fall apart if handled wrong. She carried it to the small reading table in the corner and set it down. The wood groaned under its weight.