Romans & histoires Shepherd Book Backstory

“That section is rarely visited. Follow me.” I trailed after her through the maze of towering shelves until we reached a dim corner where the light from the high windows barely touched the floor. She set a small stack of books on a bench, gave me a weary look, and walked away without another word. Ignoring her, I reached for the first book, careful not to hold it too tightly…it felt as though it might crumble to dust in my hands. Its pages detailed the origins of our kind, the way we came into existence The opening pages spoke of the time before wolves, when the earth was bare of our kind. It said the Moon Goddess wandered then, watching mankind tear itself apart with greed and fire.

She nodded, then lowered her head, probably because she was feeling shameful about her attitude. "She did not lie about the fact that your parents had been brutally murdered but she lied about how they died," the goddess revealed. Immediately Emilia heard what the goddess said, she looked up at once, her eyes becoming as darkish red in anger, as ever. "Your parents were two great couple in the history of the wolf mating. Alongside, they were also great leaders and they led the pack so well, that there was never a war during their reign. They were at peace with even the creatures that had been longtime enemies with your breeds. I saw how much that they had contributed to the pack and so I dec

And tonight i had given in as i missed those delicious brownies and still enjoyed well cooked food being half werewolf. ‘’You need the Creator my child. I can see the pain in your eyes, you are like an injured lost sheep wandering alone in the desert, heading in all the wrong directions. Let him be your shepherd, as he will lead you beside the quiet waters and renew your broken soul.’’ Mrs Grace then said to me in her wise old voice tone as we sat in my little dining room by the fireplace while I munched on my brownies. As she continued now reading the whole of psalm 23 to me as it seems the Psalms was her favorite book, the words she told me about being a lost sheep actually started getting

The boy was well provided for, like an average village boy. The boy suddenly stopped, looking at a tall, stranger staring at him. The lady caught up with the boy and immediately pushed him behind her. Her old but experienced eyes recognized the stranger. He bowed," my queen." "How did you find me?" The former queen of Lorna asked. She had been living anonymously all these years, bidding her time. Keeping the last heir of Lorna and Shambhala safe. The little boy, unaware of his legacy peeped from behind her wondering why was this man referring to his granny as the queen. He was sucking on his thumb.

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~~~

"Oh, okay." She came into the room with the book from earlier. She walked over to the couch and sat down, looking at it. She would be busy, so I could also occupy my mind with a book. We settled into the sofa and were deep in our stories when she moved her legs off me. She mind-linked, "Boys are done. I need to go take care of them. Do you want to come?" "Sure."

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.

(Sephiroth POV) I hated having to kiss that pamper prince butt to find my mate, but there I nothing I wouldn’t do for my dark angel. For the first moment I seen her, that I knew she is and will always be my life. Five years earlier I remember after dealing with the little prince that I went to find where my mate is before I leave. I needed to see her, but I wasn’t prepared to find out that my dark angel looked to be a decade younger than me. What was the moon goddess even think when she decide that we should be mates. I’m already twenty-one years old and will want to be with my mate, but how, she still just a child. Sadly, I already feel a connection to her, and I will be there for her anywa

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.