Pace Morby Book Novels & Stories

The adventures of Morbid the sheep. Emerson had written and illustrated her own children’s book. Pride surged in his heart, and Paul, the bookshop owner, gave him an odd look when he purchased it. He didn’t care what anyone thought. It was a piece of her that he’d shared. That night, he put the story book with the sketch book in his dresser drawer. He hadn’t paged through it. Morbid’s adventures happened on a farm. That much was clear to see. It brought back so many different memories of their time spent together.

“Yes, I thought I would find the answer from that book, but it seems to me, that thing did not explain any of the curse and reincarnation, also it doesn’t include your perspective.” “Yes, it only describes how big of a jerk you are.” “You know that’s not my point. Do you think this world is real and are we even human?” She was about to answer when a black Porsche arrived, the conversation they had cut at that moment, they could not bring it up inside the car. Besides, they are both processing the mystery of the book. Julia’s phone broke the silence, he could not possibly miss the chance to know who tested her. “You got a message from?”

Just an eerie, beautiful calm. She turned to Callum. “Where the hell are we?” He scanned the area, his senses on high alert. “This feels like… a realm between realms.” Lily’s brows furrowed. “Like a spirit plane?” “Sort of. But more powerful. I’ve only heard of a place like this in ancient texts. A pocket of reality where the Moon’s magic isn’t just alive...... It’s pure.” A shimmering flash behind them drew their attention. The Queen stepped through the fading portal, her hair flowing behind her like liquid silver. Her expression was tight.

Mars said, “Ask the living book. I’m sure you’re supposed to return to it or something.” I frowned, “How do you know that?” Mars chuckled, “I’m an ancient vampire, remember? I know some things. I just don’t know how the book landed in your realm, because it’s only one living book across the realms, so I’m shocked you were able to access it.” Micha said, “Has it existed in other realms before, or something?” Mars replied, “Yes, yes. Something like that. Anyways, I suggest you go to the living book right now.”

I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular. "You’re distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you’re lost in your thoughts." I clenched my jaw. "I’m fine." Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn’t wrong. That girl—Luna—she’s nothing but trouble. You think it’s a coincidence the Revenants are after her?" I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she’s a victim in all of this." He scoffed. "Or maybe she’s the reason it’s all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn’t it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"

“I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?” I hoped my apology and pleading would work as it usually did without fail. My father clearly couldn’t pass up an opportunity to lecture me on his favourite topics so he set down his red pen and grabbed a thick, leather bound book from the bookshelf, placing it down on his desk with a resounding thud. The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi”.

Sunlight slanted over the corpse. The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, so intense it was suffocating. My skin had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue, swollen beyond recognition. The exposed muscles in my wounds had decomposed into a thick, viscous fluid. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Dad's gaze fell upon the barely distinguishable human form before Aunt Caroline. His pupils constricted. He looked like he'd been struck by a hammer. He was deeply shocked. "That's impossible," he mumbled in disbelief.

she said, skeptically raising an eyebrow. The top floor of the library's restricted section was dark, haunting, and built entirely of maurium. There were maurium lamps scattered senselessly throughout the room without reason, sloppily hanging from wall hooks and set carelessly on shelves or tables, establishing an eerie purple glow throughout the presently deserted area. She glanced around the shadowed room. Bookcases filled with books, dust, and cobwebs lined the walls. There was a large table in the center with a mat on it along with a few stray books with pens and papers. There were piles of books on the ground surrounding the table and some of the shelves, some nearing the height of the

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Without evidence, we'll have to proceed by the book. I nodded firmly. "Absolutely. But first, I insist on an autopsy." "No way!" James shot back instantly, "Brian is gone. He can't be hurt anymore." My mother-in-law snapped to her senses and lashed out, "Joyce, you monster, you've already taken Brian from us, and now you want to desecrate his body. "May you suffer endlessly, never finding a moment's peace!" She held Brian's body close, keeping everyone at bay.