Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Guardians Novels

The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe) Book 1: Tryss (In Progress) Book 2: Reya (In Progress) Book 3: Raven (In Progress)

The title on it was 'wasteland ' . ''Wasteland '' he uttered taking out the book from the shelf and reading the first page . After some minutes he was reading through the entire book , .'' So wasteland is a world where mythical things like fairies lives ? do they really exist ?'' he was confused . Then in the middle of the pages he found a note . Being curious he unfolded it . There was a coordination written there along with a symbol . '' What is this coordination ? and this symbol it looks like a full moon does'nt it ?'' he mumbled .

There were obstacles and diversions along the way, unforeseen potholes and times where the end wasn't in sight. But with the help of loved ones, his mother's heart and months of struggle, soon enough, he became the man he was destined to be. So there we have it. The rise of the Alpha. The End I hope you enjoyed this book. You’ve now read the complete Alpha Loren Series! Thanks so much for your support. Alpha Loren The Magic of Hecate The Kingdom of the Banished Finding Forgiveness The Alpha Rise of the Alpha Check out my I*******m for updates and more content @elleahwriting

If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1.

They have utterly distinct ways of life, so to see creatures that were hybrids was unacceptable. The werewolves who have a pack call us rogues, and over the years we have come to accept the title. We relish in it. Life as a rogue made me become a king and a warrior throughout my lifetime. I never knew my parents. I was raised by werewolves that adopted me after my parents died. They died in a pack war a couple weeks after they birthed me. The werewolves that raised me were members of my pack. When I turned twelve, they found out about my strange condition and with the support of the rest of the pack, they sent me away with nothing.

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

Azura POV- Some would argue that fate was a beautiful thing and should be cherished. Yet, what happens when that fate marks a target on your back? My name is Azura Chasm, I am the keeper of the Dragon Stone, and this is my story… Looking at the email I just received, I was having a grim time breathing. For years I have been trying to find a publishing company that would accept my work and my demands. Now a publisher was interested in me and not only that, but the owner of the company was also my favorite author.

It was only the beginning of what came next. My kind was only called to rise when there was a large enough threat against the Goddess' creation. When monsters stopped hiding in shadows and evil grew bold enough to build empires in the light. That was why I had risen again. The realization settled over me like armor as I circled Vladimir, my paws scraping across centuries-old cobblestones slick with blood. Phoenix fire rolled over my fur in slow, deliberate waves, its warmth kissing my skin while the cool night air brushed against my muzzle. The scents of smoke, iron, magic, and blood swirled together until the battlefield carried a smell I knew all too well.

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.