Shepherd Book Backstory Novels & Stories

Bhairav leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, his chin resting on his knuckles. "How can you be sure this one is real? We have had many false leads before." "I spent several days, getting information about her my lord. She has an unknown past, she lost her family four years ago in Anatolia, as claimed by her guardian, and she lives with a man called Prahsatha." "This doesn't make her the princess, Baal." Bhairav pointed then something struck him. The name. "Wait, did you say Prahsatha?" "Yes, my lord, people assume that he is her brother......" Baal rattled on but Bhairav was not listening.

He chuckled, and I shook my head. “We are not. But this baby is a wolf. And before you say anything, to contradict me, sit.” I ordered motioning the couch. “Before you decide if you’ll accept this baby as yours, you need to learn the whole truth about David and this child’s legacy. Because when the time comes, he has to claim what is rightfully his.” “What?” He asked, annoyed. “His pack!” ~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

Xavier grinds his teeth at Andrew , while making small movement to his sword belt that held our only way of defence. “I must of fallen asleep…” Andrew mumbles softly , as he tries not to draw the wolf’s attention to him. I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king.

Salem It felt wrong to trust a she-wolf I barely knew. I understand the reason she was so interested in giving me a home was because of her daughter, who was kidnapped from her, and so showing pure kindness towards me was a way for her that if her daughter was to be still alive, the same way she was treating me, her daughter would somehow receive the same treatment. "Wow, the breeze is blowing very hard; it seems like it's going to rain soon again," said Madison.

He rambles, before looking back down at his laptop. Odd, I swore he told me I needed to wake up. I just shrugged it off and looked back up at the books. I stopped walking when I saw an old book that belonged to his grandma. It was a book about the wolf people. I bit my lip. I looked over at Hunter again. “Do you believe in the stories of the shapeshifters and the wolf people?” I questioned him, debating if I should tell him or not. I chew on my bottom lip.

I wonder if he will accept me. My eyes fall on a young she wolf who just turned 18 her stomach already round with a child she never intended to have. I notice the nervousness in her eyes and without asking I know she is nervous she could meet her mate tonight. Nervous if he will accept her and this pup she carries and the one she already has. A pup she carries and has due to years of abuse by a ruthless alpha. My resolve hardens at the look in her eye, of hopelessness as she restless her 1 year old daughter on her lap. I can’t turn my back on this pack. I am going to help this close to having accomplished my goal. I won’t stop attempting to help these packs, I will just have to find another

I walked towards the shelves were piles of history books were neatly arranged. As the Alpha King it is my duty to make sure that there is peace in the land and I am going to ensure such peace becomes the order of the day. I flipped the pages of the book I have been reading; it is about the ancient history of the kingdom and how the rogues came about, when my eyes landed on a picture. Water and Fire mixed together to create a perfection; the ideal symphony that the moon goddess wants and have created. 'Do you think we will ever find our mate?' Bailor my wolf asked.

A muffin would be nice. I pass the sheep barn, however, and pause. I’ve been neglecting The Book of Whispers. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. I know it’s just a copy, but still, the knowledge of Richard wielding it, bending its magic to his whim and sacrificing his own life force to cast his spells, makes my stomach turn. Maybe we don’t need to know its secrets. Maybe they’re better left alone, destroyed. But I’m still a historian, and I’m supposed to be writing our history. I should know what happened before, shouldn’t I?

“Why not?” “What if he fights back? Or what if he is a Were? There’s a lot we have to account for” “Oh”. She bit her lip and looked back down at the book. She smelt a little anxious and sad. I rolled onto my side to watch her read. “Found anything interesting?” “A few things, I can’t believe how far back this book goes. You have your entire history laid out right here in front of you. I don’t even know my mother’s name”.

“It all started with the young boy shepherd. He tricked them too many times with his ill-natured pranks and lost all their trust. He was banished from the village by the other shepherds and raised his sheep in isolation on the top of the hill, living near a well that a young couple visits often. It was unfortunate, but the young man who went up the hill to fetch a bucket of water fell and broke his leg a while ago.” Hm? That also sounded familiar. However, Zen decided to ignore how familiar all these stories were. “I know another story about shepherds,” Hocky grinned. “This happens to be a story about pretty ladies. There are two pretty shepherd ladies. One is pure like an angel, her name is