Peril Book Novels & Stories

I noticed the gloves she was wearing and immediately guessed that the perfume wasn't just poisonous to inhale—touching the bottle itself could also cause serious harm. Seeing that I still wouldn't take the perfume, Queenie suddenly bit her lower lip hard, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "I'm aware of my humble background and that this perfume isn't from a premium brand. It's only natural that you'd be unimpressed by it, but I just wanted to show my appreciation, Helena." I had treated her like family, yet she wanted me dead. At that moment, she was even trying to play the victim and emotionally manipulate me. I wasn't going to let her do that to me.

Whatever they wanted, it was contained within the boundaries of the towns. When Andrea asked Leo what these Beasts looked like, Leo withdrew a sketchbook from her things. She smiled as her thumb traced over the worn edges. “My passion.” A touch of wickedness crept into her smile as she handed the book over. “I do a lot more in the swamps than chase snakes.” Practically falling apart, the book fell open in Andrea’s lap to a drawing that looked all too familiar. She gasped. “This is the carving in the stone at the pass to Mathin’s citadel!”

The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side. “Gods, what have I done?!” Mare cried, her eyes wide with panic as she shot forward to retrieve the burning torch. Perci grabbed her and at the same time, the wooden book in his hand slipped between his fingers, landing in the flames. “No!” he screamed. The book may be made from dragonwood but it was not infallible to the flames that began to lick the edges. Perci reached forward to save it, ignoring the rising fire as it consumed the dusty, dried pages of books, gaining more fuel to grow angrier.

Killian carefully observed the five people Matthias had pointed out, he was impressed by their fast improvement and adaptability to everyone. "And they have been there for just two weeks?" He asked and Matthias nodded but Killian wasn't looking at him so he didn't see that. Killian suddenly stood in front of Matthias, Killian was a head taller and larger than Matthias. Killian has very broad shoulders and he can be mistaken for the beast in 'Beauty and the Beast' from behind. "What's this sudden intimidating?" Matthias asked, taking a few steps back. "Step back." He placed a hand in between them as he stepped back while Killian stepped closer to him.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

It felt like the crowd increased by a thousand. The city hadn’t stopped chanting, and neither had I. Because one truth burned hotter than the rest: Carl still had the manuscript. My manuscript. The story I poured my soul into, the one Tanya stole, the one Carl buried. But it wasn’t just about my words anymore. Somewhere in that file, in that locked vault of his archives, were threads tied to Delphinium – contracts, names, the blueprint of the empire Carl thought untouchable. That manuscript wasn’t just mine. It was evidence, and I was going to take it back. The one I had gotten from my professor months ago, now laid in a pile of rubbish in my burnt home. What was supposed to be it’s pages no

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And depending on what she found, would depend on if the book would even be there tomorrow. Sitting on the ledge on a window not too far from the fire she placed the book behind her and opened the letter first. Hopefully, she would have enough strength from the letter to open the book and read it. There were two pages in the letter and each one was written by each of her parents. Both of them expressed their feelings about what she was doing and now they thought that she was brave and foolish as well. Her father said that he wished could come back and that he needed her to be here so that her mother would continue to be happy. He was happy that she was sticking up for what she wanted but was

Reggie teased, “No swearing in the presence of the baby.” Chris burst out in laughter. “Well noted, mummy.” So this was it, Their very own new beginning. If the start was any indication, then their end was hopefully going to be a very happy one. Reggie knew that most people would think that her giving him a second chance was a bad idea, but sometimes— just sometimes, life was all about taking risks. It didn’t always turn out well, but at least one always ended up with experience. Oh, but Reggie was hopeful,