Shepherd Book Backstory Novels & Stories

Sebastian is holding the shepherd’s crook I dropped when I started my doomed chase. “You don’t know how to herd sheep.” “How hard can it be?” I laugh. Actually laugh. “Those are famous last words.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” I stand up, brushing grass and mud off my jeans in a futile gesture. “You’re wearing an expensive shirt and your shoes are Italian leather. You don’t dress like that to chase sheep across muddy fields.” “I helped you plant seedlings.” “That was different.” “How?” “Because seedlings don’t have minds of their own and a personal vendetta against humanity”

As she sat down in the library trying to sniff back the blood she wished she was Strukus, she wished he had been born in her place and she in his, no doubt Mama Remin would love her as much as she did even now. “You have been on one page for such a long time now.” Her head snapped up at gruff Garius’ voice, he was staring directly at her with those cold eyes that made her shake, she quickly scanned the page she was on to make sure she got everything in it before flipping to the other page. It was a book of kingdoms and so far she knew already how the first natives of Camelorn had wandered before getting to a rich and fertile land filled with crops and animals and of fresh water, a place they

“By strange men. Men who kept asking for the she wolf. I think… I know they were looking for me.” That got their attention. “I think I’m the she wolf,” I continued. “I feel connected to this prophecy, this book. It hums with energy when I touch it. It sounds insane, I know but everything inside me says it’s true.” I looked at each of them. My voice was shaking now, my heart racing. “Please tell me you believe me.” “I believe you,” Aiden said first, his voice calm. His loyalty warmed me, even now. Isaac hesitated, then nodded. “It’s crazy. But I’m with you.”

My sex clenches, and I press my thighs together, heat blooming in places I shouldn’t be thinking about this early in the day. Then I notice something else. At the foot of the bed, beside the dress, sits the book I took from the library but forgot to read. The Herd King. Its leather cover is worn smooth from age, but its presence is undeniable. Someone retrieved it. They want me to read it. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull it into my lap. My fingers trace the title carved into the leather. I feel like I’m holding something sacred. Like opening this book will do more than reveal stories.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

She uses her heavy coat to shield Bianca's frame from my voice, turning her boots around to quickly clear the sector. The mafia commander watches my tear-streaked face with an almost appreciative, twisted gaze, letting my wolf cry until the sound completely stops. He then steps closer, his voice turning strangely gentle as he pats my hair. "Don’t let your heart worry, little wolf. Your spirit longs for a real family, right? My network will personally help your frame locate your genuine biological parents—the true, hidden bloodline who will actually care for your life."

His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11 pages into it and already I wanted to tear my hair out. Essentially the thing was a diary, explicitly talking about his change as a wolf, and his rule, there were at least a dozen of the exact same book, written over different years of his reign. As much as this book was sucking the life out of me, I had to read it, I had to know if there was a way to return the wolf gift, if a human was capable of being turned into a wolf then it only stands to reason that the possibility of a wolf transforming back into a plain human is applicable. It's simply a case of reverse engineering. I just had to figure out exactly how the first wolf came t

Deanna paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "I think I need to start from the very beginning!" "No, she always does this!" Angela exclaimed in the confines of her person's mind. Alinta smiled, stifling a laugh. Unlike Angela, she didn't mind waiting; Aunt Deanna's storytelling was an art to behold. "Now, as you know, around 2100 BC our race was created by a dark witch who cursed a shepherd for selling her a sickly lamb. The hex was meant to last only until he had killed and eaten all of his flock. However, due to her anger at the time, she made a mistake in her spell. The witch was eventually captured and killed by the villagers before she could undo the werewolf cur

Kylie suggested. “Wasn’t that pig’s blood?” Archibald queried. Kylie waves a dismissive hand, “Next time.” Because there will be a fucking next time. I was powerless against this, we were destined to not escape the pursuit of the wolves. Now was the era of wolves ruling over humans. My parents were gone, and my only relative was my twin sister Bonnie. We were sent to an orphanage together, I loved her no matter how she treated me. I blamed my father's death on these wretched creatures, and I couldn't just stand by and watch them continue to rule the world. I couldn't watch them rule the world for another fifty years without any punishment.

But instead, his sister-in-law trespassed my security and warned me of the future consequences of catching up with Honour. I have no hatred for Honour. Yes, I'm interested in her, but her name... her family. I'm still traumatized by the events of the past. "Chad...." Eugene screamed when he saw me open the gate. He was playing with Sheepy. This lamb appears to be in good health and as white as milk. I'll look for a man to give him a flock... if this little guy doesn't fit in with us. He needs someone to hang out with.