Shepherd Book Backstory Novels & Stories

"Carolynn gave me crayons and white paper. I drew pictures with bright colors. I loved them. She brought me tape so I could put them on the walls. I knew she didn't care for me, but at those times, I thought some day she would. I loved green and blue but yellow was my favorite. I drew drawings from my memories of the bible storybook pictures. I drew the sheep that walked in my mind. Carolynn told me that demon's kill sheep. She told me I was born evil and I would be the devil's hand if she let me out of the cellar." Brandt's arms traveled around her midriff giving her a gentle squeeze. "My mother had favorite passages in the bible and she read those to me over and over, 'Beware of false prop

They didn’t need the bond to lead them to it—a testament to how Selene and her mortal Shepherd found one another without the bond. Over time, more shimmer wolves were born. Her shepherd had long since faded away with the passage of time and age. Still, the shimmering wolves around the globe reminded her every night with their powerful howls and glow under the moonlight that she was loved and was protecting the livestock that her first love had spent his life caring for.

And if the omega doesn't, I could trust that she had reasons for her disobedience, even if they are rarely apparent. “Where is the book now?” “Huh?” “The book about our past story.” Her eyes almost turned dark, head whipping to meet my eyes, feral. “Why?” It was more of a defensive stance than the aggression that drove me. I heard about the book from Jade, the last piece of proof about our past lives. As much as the vision had told me everything I needed, there were a lot of gaps in the story. So many things didn’t make sense, and I wanted to fill in those pieces.

Thandi thought to herself, shocked. I don’t know where you come from and I don’t care. He roared. This is my classroom and you shall follow MY rules. “ You are Sheep and Sheep are smart enough to know it is safe to stay with the Shepard to avoid danger. If you decide to be a stray Sheep or a Goat you will meet the Wolf and it will devour you”.

I have volunteered myself to just carry the whole burden myself and not just that, I decided to obey my ancestors as well because they have said that anything Aphrodite ordered me to do, I should just go on and obey and then do the needful so that I will be blessed by men and be favored by the gods and goddess as well. But my prince, how will you be able to see a sheep in this forest, and also I heard a story then which says that goats, Sheep, cattle, antelope, and especially sheep precisely are very hard to find in the forest When I asked a question about what happened to them, I was told that the evil spirits fed on them all, not only the evil spirits but also some carnivorous animals as w

Yet they return every time even more frustrated. Below us, the farm that the priestess in Londinium told us about comes into view. I circle around and head for the pasture full of sheep. Dropping my pack just before I land, I shift as Magnus and Sven drop their packs and land. The sheep scatter to the far end of the pasture with a lot of noise and fanfare.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

In the center of the room sat a single book, its cover worn, its pages yellow with age. "This is the unfinished story," the Observer said. "Read it. Complete it." I approached the book with trembling paws. I opened it and began to read. The story was about a wolf named Mira. Not the Mira I knew. A different Mira. A wolf who had lived long ago, in a time before the bridge, before the cradles, before everything I had built. She had been a weaver, like me. She had woven stories of hope and healing, of love and transformation. But she had not been able to complete her final story.

“This relic is one I’ve never seen before nor had any idea that it even existed. I have no idea where she could have gotten it or where it came from; that information isn’t in one of her journals, and I cannot get it out of her either. Her interrogations have revealed many things, but not this book’s origin or how it came into her possession. It is written by the royal historian during the Great Shifter War. He lived within the castle walls with the royals, as was tradition of all historians before him. It tells of how the war started and how it spun out of control. He and his family escaped with this tomb and two royal artifacts which were entrusted to him by the King and Queen themselves.”

“No, I am talking about Jacob. He is now the Alpha of their pack, and he just got married to a woman named Lucy. She was an Alpha’s daughter, Bethany. Just like you before becoming a rogue.” “He got married? When?”