Penelope Sky Books Novels & Stories

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

(Sebastian POV) After watching the wounds heal up on her back and she was finally asleep. That's when I decide to go to the packs library with Seth. We needed to go through all the supernatural books that my family was able to collect through their lives. I need to know more to find out about my beautiful mate. As I was going through all the books that I didn't realize that five hours have gone by in a blink of an eye. We went through most of all the books not finding anything that will tell me about my baby girl. I then thought about the book of the gods and goddess, but as I look through the other books, but I didn't see that book.

Behind him, Wendy's laptop crashed entirely, the screen going black for good. Having had enough entertainment for the day, I turned to leave, but Julian grabbed my arm. His face was pale and desperate, his voice trembling. "Skye, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you that way. Please, I'm begging you—help me recover the company's database!" I yanked my arm free and met his gaze coldly. "Why should I help you? Didn't you hear Old Mr. Fraser? My rate starts at six figures—and you, Julian, can't even afford me. I stopped working for your scraps a long time ago."

Twelve-year-old Lina sat on the floor of the hallway, staring at the high shelf of the linen closet. Ibu Maria was still at the school, likely grading papers to avoid coming home to the emptiness. Lina, however, was restless. The "Wind Seed" story that had once enchanted her now felt like a thin, tattered veil. She was old enough to know that seeds don't just fly; they are planted, or they are dropped. "There’s something up there," she whispered to the shadows. "Something Ibu doesn't want me to see." She dragged a heavy wooden chair from the kitchen, balanced a footstool on top of it, and climbed. Her fingers brushed against a stack of mothball-scented blankets. Shoving them aside, her hand

Catalina’s POV The sun rises; its soft golden fingers streak along the walls through the blinds. I slowly opened my eyes; Luca’s warmth was replaced by absence. My chest is knitted tight with panic. Where is he? I sat upright as I could feel the chill of the sheets where he was. My heart was drumming against my chest. I flung my legs out onto the cold hardwood floor at the side of the bed, laced up on my toes. My buzzing mind had me moving as I walked on padding feet out of the room.

Stephanie cooed at Jeremiah and her only responds was Jeremiah wrapping his arms around her and fixing his nose in between her neck and shoulder “Ehh…just a small joke Jer and you’re all ruffled up…” I teased causing the rest of the boys to burst into fits of laughter “Fuck off y’all” Jeremiah grumbled from his spot in Stephanie’s neck “Okay okay enough. Tell me more” James pressed on “Oh… oh then I saw Alpha Chaos and Beta Kiara’s wolf… damn talk about scary. And before you ask, we are not supposed to talk about their wolves” Stephanie replied “Beta Kiara? You’ve got to be shitting me” I cussed out

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex

Tomorrow would arrive too soon to start wasting time around. Penelope was included in people who skipped dinner. She stepped into her room and immediately groaned, "Oh, thank God." She was so glad to be back. To her bed. Her glorious bed. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed face-first onto the mattress. For several moments she simply lay there. She didn't move or think of anything. She just laid there quietly. Then, she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. What a strange day. It was so odd and eventful.

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

A gorgeous blonde with baby blue eyes and a kind smile, she walked up to Leslie, who was still shell-shocked, with outstretched hands. “Hello, I'm Lady P, but you can call me Penelope.” “This... I... I'm Leslie,” she said, shaking hands with the blonde. “Are you at the wrong address, perhaps?” Leslie croaked out, treading carefully. Penelope laughed heartily. “My, my, you're a funny lady, Mrs. Blackwood. All these,” she said, gesturing to the clothes, shoes, bags, and other items which were quickly filling the large living room, “are for you, Mrs. Blackwood. We've brought them here as requested by Mr. Blackwood.”