Ransom Canyon Books Novels & Stories

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

“So...are you going to tell me about your dream or not?” The alcohol loosens my tongue. I shrug. “Same dream since I was a kid. A cabin. A couple, Jade and Daniel. Their baby. Fire everywhere. Jade dies. Daniel saves the baby, then runs back into the flames.” I laugh weakly. “He must’ve loved her so much, he thought it better to die with her than raise their baby alone.” The scrape of Roman’s chair against the floor makes me jump. He’s on his feet, face pale, eyes wild.

“When the time comes, you won’t face him alone.” His words give me strength, but the thought of confronting Ryker sends a shiver down my spine. I take a sip of the wine, letting its warmth spread through me, and force myself to focus on the present. “Tell me something good,” I say, changing the subject. Ramon smiles, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a way that makes my heart flutter. “Something good?” He pauses, pretending to think. “I found an old book in my library today. It’s about hybrid creatures, wolves and something more. I thought it might help us understand your abilities better.”

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

“Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.” The door slammed behind him. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment, leaving only the rain and my ragged breathing. I stood there for a long moment, cheeks burning with shame and something else I couldn’t name. Slowly, I walked to the worktable. My fingers trembled as I broke the crimson seal. The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

"You are sacrificing an empire for an asset that already belongs to the Afolayan executioner, Ronan Blackwell. Has your wolf completely lost its sanity to a delusion?" Ronan sighed, the heavy steel door sliding open as he prepared to step into the neon-lit rain of the lower district. "Miss Jimenez, your unit has clearly never experienced the raw weight of a true mate selection, but when that frequency locks, even the largest empire on the map looks like a pile of spent brass."

Kendra led her horse to the creek. The day had been long and the hunting difficult, but she’d finally managed to catch a few rabbits and a racoon. She was grateful to have found the water. She’d used the last of the water that she’d packed several hours earlier. She wasn’t far from the compound, but when one was tired and thirsty, a few miles could prove tortuous. Even if she was willing to suffer the rest of the way, it wasn’t fair to make her horse suffer along with her.