Ovid's Metamorphoses: Book 1 Novels & Stories

"After all, I dont have any basis to show you, I only have my gut feel and its not very helpful at all." "But you're right. My scholar is the murderer." "Yeah..." She whispered. "What are we going to do now? What if we die here? What if–" "Shh... calm down Doreen." Alistair said. "I know this book wont allow that." She heaves out a sigh. "I hope you're right." I hope this book wont really forsake us. Because so far, the only good thing that she experienced inside this book is meeting the author itself– Metamorphoses also known as Prince Alistair. Cheesy right? But that's how she truly feel right now. She's thankful that she met the man who's in front of her right now.

His face was left in shock as he slowly got caught up to his feet. Sight rolled over to behind Ozais, thus his figure covered the figure before him. Light fades. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 17 ; Hell 2 Feedback / Question :

On the very first page, there remained a symbol— A full moon, but it was completely black. My skepticism rose even more, and I turned it to the next page. The headline of the paragraph came to my gaze. Transformation of humans to the predators of the night—Vampires. Knowing that reading this was not going to come into my work, not when I no longer considered myself a human. I turned the next few pages and all it had was different symbols and the name of different creatures and how a human could be turned into one of them. The book turned interesting to me as I flipped each of the pages, the titles and the vivid descriptions were intriguing.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

“I’ve called for help. They’ll be here soon, baby. But we need to hold her down so she doesn’t hurt herself any more than she already has.” I scream when they grab my arms and try prising them away from my chest. If I don’t claw, the pain won’t stop! “Micha, her eyes are violet. Could it be true what everyone is saying? She’s an Omerian?” “Yes, Mel, it’s true, and she’s also the future Queen of Zidiah.” “Oh, my Goddess, we’re all going to die for this.” There are suddenly more hands on my body, holding down my legs and arms. But I don’t stop thrashing against them. I’m sweating profusely, and my ears are ringing. The pain in my chest increases, and so do my screams.

The person got down and one look at the face of Rosie and the person couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Rosie?” The person said as the world came crashing on him. ********************************** How was the chapter? Whose the mysterious person? Any ideas? Don't forget to add the book to your libraries and vote and comment. Stay safe everyone.

I just wanted to keep them closed and believe I was still home on my couch, under my warm blanket that granny knitted for me when I first moved to my apartment, watching some series on my too small tv, drinking hot coco. But instead I was being held captive by my boyfriend Remy, who turns out to be a werewolf and also working for Antone. As that thought passed through my mind, my entire body went stiff with fear. Remy noticed the change in my posture and loosened his arms from around me. I could hear him take a deep breath on top of my head, before he kissed it. Pressing my hand palms on his chest, I tried to get out of his embrace. I didn't want to be in his arms, didn’t want his kisses, di

It was a masterpiece woven with precision and genius. As they delved deeper into the journal's contents, they stumbled upon a section titled "Elixir of Metamorphosis." The description was cryptic, but it hinted at a potion capable of altering one's physical appearance at will. Trevor's imagination ignited, envisioning the infinite possibilities that such an elixir could provide. "Just imagine, Kelvin," Trevor mused, his voice filled with excitement. "With this elixir, we could blend seamlessly into any crowd, becoming virtually invisible to our enemies. The world would be at our fingertips!"

They fought for me, for us, their loyalty unyielding under Orin’s power. “Orin!” I screamed, shoving through the disorder. “This is where you start—for you.” I said the words and then immediately shifted. The agony, the rush of metamorphosis — it all went so quick, but it felt like it took eternity. At that moment, I was suddenly not human anymore. I felt a rush of raw power in my body, senses sharpened and clarifying everyone around me. My feet flew forward, as I never imagined I could move, my jaws snapping at his arm as he lashed his shadowmagic at me. But I might as well have been caught. I dodged, just avoiding the dark tendrils that lashed at me before I was on top of him and my teeth

“This is some dramatic metaphor thing. Like… symbolic. Right?” The book, shockingly, does not answer. I laugh. It comes out thin and a little broken. “Great. Thanks. Super helpful.” I keep reading because I don’t know how to stop. The words paint pictures I don’t want to see. Cities burning. Packs turning on each other. Vampires hunted into extinction. Hunters smiling as chaos spreads like wildfire. And me. Always the Lyovles. Standing at the center of it all. My chest tightens painfully. I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force.