Saga Book One Novels & Stories

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

"We just gave it a body." [END OF BOOK 1 ARC]

Professor Steve instructed, his tone commanding yet calm. Darius obeyed, heart pounding. Professor Steve began saying the incantation, and the atmosphere changed. As Professor Steve continued chanting, Darius went into a trance. Suddenly, he was no longer on the field but standing among a group of strangers. Each person struggled to lift small rocks, but in Darius’s hands, there was a massive boulder—and he was lifting it effortlessly with just one hand. The incantation ended, and Darius blinked back to reality, his face etched with curiosity as he pondered what he had just seen.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was. I love my books neat with no scratch on them, and certainly not a single stain, even when I sip coffee to stay wake just to finish up the story, and protect my mind from Mexico history, Amelia’s story. Something seem different, about Sage going out. “Where could she have gone to? She has no friends, and like she said she has no man and where could she has taken off to?” I rose up from the floor, narrowing my eyes as I thought about this. And the way she acted towards Daisie, was so weird… so weird that I begin to doubt if she was spelled or something.

I said, “And Heaven and Hell, and everything in between,” ***THE END OF BOOK ONE***

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Since being devirginized by Kenton, I was even more aware of men’s pheromones than before. “You’re shivering,” he said as he grabbed my wrist and inspected my arm. “Are you seriously cold?” “I get cool at night, no matter the season,” I lied. I wasn’t about to admit that the goosebumps he was observing were from being so near to him. He made a ‘hmm’ sound as he released my wrist and made himself more comfortable by stretching his arm behind me across the back of the swing. “The girl was killed by a wolf. Everyone knows that. Why is Hap saying he needs to solve the case?”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.