Pax Book 3 Novels & Stories

I reply. "That is unfortunate, although the city here can get quite chaotic,” Daniel laughs. “I think the chaos is what makes this place so alive,” I say. Pulling the paper from my pocket I unfold it examining the directions. Walking further into the crowded street I begin my search to find where the blacksmith’s shop is. I look at the different shop names trying to find the one labeled Phoenix Fire. The streets are filled with people buying and selling things, from fresh fruits to pottery.

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.” Beside the man was a book with a metal cover. He took up the book in hand and opened it, but all that fell out was dust and loose pieces of pages that had not decomposed yet. The ink had long disappeared, but Xahsa saw one word visible in the entire Book, "pe Sage." "PE, sage? What's that?" a member of Xasha's 5 man cell commented. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, we're falling behind." Another member berated. She thought Choir was too easily distracted.

It was time to go back and get the answers to his questions no matter how hard it is going to be. With a seemingly defeated sigh, he got up and without any conscious thought offered his arm to Eliza who sat on his right side. Eliza, startled at the offer took it nonetheless and rose as well. Without checking if Ali was following, the two of them started to walk back towards the zebra crossing. With a scowl at the two in front of him, Ali walked behind them lost in his own thoughts. Matan’s anger had slowly dissipated and he was trying to formulate a plan when he noticed an empty feeling on his arm. He just realized that Eliza had let go. Funny, how the feel of her hand on his helped calm his

Regretting my harsh tone, I pulled her back to her feet and held her close while I continued to monitor the progressive changing of the painting as it shifted from two dimensional to three. The man who stepped out from the depths of the painting looked perfectly normal to me. I checked the angels and the good guys who fought against the evil next to them. Although they were now part of the three dimensional image before us, they stood like lifeless statues. It was clear that they would be of no use in this situation. “It figures that the good guys aren’t real,” I mumbled.

Gabe sat at the small desk inside his room at the inn as he wrote correspondences to his friends, William Braxton and Marcus Thorne. Gabe needed all the help he could get in dealing with Mercer, and Braxton and Thorne were as qualified as any man Gabe could think of right now.

Third Person POV As the rest of the week passed, nothing major came about. The entire Michaels and Morgan company remained on high alert, prepared for anything or any move, any accusation, any attempt to shake their foundation. If something came flying their way, they were ready to block it before it even had the chance to explode. They were ready. Shane continued preparing for his children’s spring break trip, making sure everything was set and organized down to the smallest detail. Crandon and Tempest stayed cautious, keeping their guard up just in case the unstable professor decided to resurface. The flowers had already crossed a line and there was no telling what could come next.

“P-Pax, you alright? Need water? Maybe other elements react differently to people, and maybe you won’t faint just like I did-“ Without Layla finishing her sentence, Pax let out a loud groan. It left Layla staring. Is he about to vomit? “Pax, if you vomit on me, you’ll really regret it” she said, “Go to the toilet or sink or-“ Without hesitation, Pax vomited on the floor. His vomit was all dark green, it came out of his mouth, some spots of it in Layla’s jeans but before it splattered al over the floor, it evaporated in midair. Just like that. Layla hurried to the kitchen to get water and a tidy towel. While doing so she thought, If he vomited all of it, and it evaporated into thin air. Then