Pace Morby Book Novels & Stories

I can't seem to think past the ache in-between my legs, talk less of forming coherent sentences. Images of him pinning me to this very wall, tearing my clothes off and pounding into me in the most feral way possible fill my head till they're all I can think about. But the asshole steps away, a smirk on his face. One that I'm sure will haunt my sleep tonight. “So, Little Trouble,” he begins. " I'll have you understand the full story behind the curse that's on our bond." He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table.

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> This is the last chapter. Not because the story ends — the story does not end, the morning keeps coming, the archive keeps growing, the function keeps being practiced by people who care whether the other person is fully received. Tomas will finish the founding archive. Breen's framework will be used. The function will travel to new places. New packs will read the eighth notebook and either recognize what it is or not. Those who recognize it will begin.

Liam's voice is tight. Aldara doesn't answer immediately. She moves to another shelf. Pulls down a different text. Reads faster. "Aldara," Marcus says. "What did you find?" She looks up. Her ancient eyes are wide. Afraid. "The Dormant Luna isn't just a bridge between species," she says slowly. "She's a key." "A key to what?" I ask. Aldara sets the book down on the pedestal beside the lunar stone. Points to a passage written in larger script.

Captain Lang was wary of Leon and I had no doubt it was because Leon was a vampire. Vampires and werewolves barely had any contact after the war of Supernaturals and signing the treaty. “Let’s go inside Ronan this sun is killing me” Leon moaned behind me The annoying twat “Whatever” We were both seated beside each other in the plane. This was so fucking awkward. I cleared my throat “Is there anything you want to ask me?” Leon said without looking at me, he had a book in his hand reading it intensively What a fucking snob

Dad never questioned Caleb's decisions. Not once. But I froze, staring at the hand Caleb was holding. A strange flutter rose in my chest. Inside the room, Caleb gently pressed me onto the couch and handed me a laptop. His broad frame loomed behind me. "Colleen, this is what's happening back in Aleria. Take a look." The screen filled with Adrian's face. Unlike the calm, polished man from the last interview, he now looked wrecked with dark circles under his eyes and desperation written all over him.

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

"Let go and come." "And then?" What could he do? The laws were clear and precise. The misfortune that had plunged humanity into extinction wasn't really long ago. So far, only very few species have known how old they could get, how resilient they were, or how many offspring they could produce in one life. Historia was there to find out and the monsters that had destroyed my childhood should now be brought there. To be able to live. "My God, just trust me." Reese pulled again, almost dragged me away from the stairs and led me through the underground corridor.

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.