Pax Book 3 Novels & Stories

Pandora is walking along the railing and Binx is stretched out on the chair next to me, enjoying sunbathing as much as I am. I’m waiting for my lunch to arrive, and then will probably go back inside and take a nap. Lucas looked through the Book of the Beast and didn’t see anything about how to kill demons. There was, however, a chapter that alluded to sending a demon back to Hell. Which would be great if I were able to summon up enough power to crack open the earth and shove the fucker inside.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

I was running out of time and I was beginning to grow frustrated. "When you are forced to pick between two evils, you pick NEITHER of them and choose a third option instead". Aria was so carefree the way she said it, as she hovered close to a bookshelf. "A third option, what do you mean?" I inquired. I could see Aria pull out a book from the shelf and place it gently on the table. It was very heavy, considering how little she was but she managed by herself. "What book is this?" "It is the codex of 'GAIASANIA AND GAIAMANIA' - a compilation of the Annual records of the 14 werewolf kingdoms". Aria disclosed to me, as she magically flicked the pages of the book.

She said and suddenly disappear in just a snap. "Who is this Paxton?" I asked myself out of curiosity, but I rolled my eyes when I realize that it’s no use. I just sat on the sofa here in the Library and started reading. 'The Cursed Goddess' I read the title. This story is familiar to me because it’s like I’ve heard of it before. Yet, I’m not sure when and where. I just shrugged my shoulders and read the first page. ---------------- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW A long time ago, there is only one realm where everyone lives. Ione—that is what they call it.

Horror locked my veins. Just as I thought it was truly over, the sharp wail of sirens cut through the air. While stalling for time, I'd managed to secretly trigger the emergency call on the phone in my pocket—I hadn't even been sure it went through. Panic erupted. The men abandoned their equipment, scrambling for the exits. Only when I heard the police shouting, bursting in, did my hand finally unclench. The glass shard clattered to the floor. My knees buckled, and the world faded to black.

"I hate to interrupt but I need to speak to you, Mr. De Marchi." "You can say whatever it is to both of us, Felix," I said, grabbing Harriet's hand for assurance. You're fine, I mouthed to her. "Well, okay." He flips a page from his clipboard. "I'm happy to say that there aren't any serious damages. You have two broken ribs, a concussion to the head and a few cuts and bruises. Aside from that you're good. Heart rate's normal, blood pressure's good. But I'd advise you to seek therapy for PTSD."

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

His goons and girlfriends had long since disappeared from the oncoming threat. "You're not afraid of me?" Frank asked, curious. "What's the point? Would that help me kill you?" Pax smiled. "I must admit that I misjudged you—I thought that you were no different from those martial arts fanboys, but you're actually a real champion. It's no shame that I'd lose to you." As he finished, he reached into his pocket, glancing at Frank as if asking for permissions in case Frank would attack preemptively. Frank eventually nodded, and Pax whipped out a palm-sized metal tablet that he placed on the table.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*