Red Comet Book Novels & Stories

He came over to me and handed me the book before sitting back by Margarette. I looked at the book that had the book cover Of Mice and Men on it. When I opened the book, I could see that it was really a book about Red Wolves. "This belongs to you now," Charles said "Why didn't you tell me that all Red Wolves were a part of your bloodline?" Sean asked

She was worried about wearing a bathing suit, and everyone would see the redness as if mosquitos had poked her, but she had nothing to worry about. Another yawn escapes my mouth. I grab my folder and return to my room. The TV sound was turned on, and Rex was lying on the bed snoring. It wasn't a loud and suffocating snore, and it was a manly snore. I chuckle and put back my folder inside my backpack. I used the restroom to relieve myself before going to bed. I slip under the blanket and cuddle next to Rex, wrap my arm around his waist, and lay my head against his chest. He stirs and pulls me close as his breath breeze through my skin, caressing.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

I exclaimed surprised at seeing books in bars for the first time. "Some books are in bars because they are dangerous," he said. "But some books are not imprisoned, most of them are..." I paused when my eyes skimmed through the shiny title of my favourite book series 'Throne of Glass', "Well, at least my favourite assassin is not behind the bars." Then I realised that we were on a school tour and not a book tour. I turned towards him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry let's go, I got a little carried away with books."

This made me worried. I heard hasty footsteps from the corridor, as well as murmurings. “A comet!” Evans’ voice proclaimed. I unlocked the door, leaving the book on the bed. I had never seen a comet my entire life, and I had never wished to see one, as I knew it meant something extraordinary. I raced down the stairs into the free space, where Evans, Brenda and Katrina stood under the shade, watching the sky with squinting eyes. Although Evans’ gaze was focused on the comet as though he understood its meaning.

I am in love with a dragon. "We would be honored to guide you to him. it is the least that I could do after how we have treated you. Greta!" he suddenly shouts. The woman with the red hair that filled my vision earlier steps forward and he gestures toward me. She turns her nose up as she looks at me holding her ball of water. She gives me a mischievous looking smirk as she eyes me and Julia.

"Look, it's okay to admit you're not okay. This school messes with everyone. You're not alone, and you're certainly not being judged." Ignoring her comforting words, I march past her towards my closet. In haste, I rummage through my clothes until my hand clasps around 'it'—the red book I'd stolen from Artemis's room during my first awakening. "Here," I say, tossing the book her way. Her wolf-like reflexes snap into action, catching the book effortlessly. She studies its intricate design, her fingers tracing the worn leather before she opens it and flips through its ancient pages. "What's this?"

Daisy’s POV The air was colder than usual. Maybe it was the wind. Or maybe it was fear. We left camp before sunrise. Zuri, Rosa, Vera, Lycan, Dickson, and me. Our destination was the **Crimson Wastes**—a dead forest burned in an ancient war, where Rosa believed Ignis might be hiding. No birds sang there. No animals walked. Just ash. Trees like skeletons. Smoke in the air, even though nothing burned.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.