Shogun Book Series Novels & Stories

I said, attempting to steer the conversation back on course. “Er.” Asher cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep up with my bizarre line of questioning. “Yes, so there is only one mention, but it’s as if we’re missing some pages.” My focus was back now. “Explain.” “The author of this entry has written here.” Our scouts apprehended a rouge today who was trying to cross our boundary lines. The rouge said he was running from a werewolf who was conjuring fireballs at him. We suspect he is mad but have locked him in the dungeon for questioning.

“Why do you want to be in the army Miss West?” I swallowed hard before answering. “I was fourteen when I first really learned what the army did. I always had a notion before that but no real idea of the specifics. The day I learnt that people in the army killed other people I was horrified but it only lasted a minute. The infected that you kill Sir, they aren't people, they are animals, monsters. They are responsible for the deaths of millions, the suffering of millions. They are the reason we live the way we do. Trapped behind concrete walls, fearing the outside.”

She could feel the peaceful aura that enveloped the little house, inviting her in. In the center of the living room was a lavish fireplace, with a roaring fire that illuminated the entire room. "We'll get the dinner ready for you—" the man began but he was quickly cut off by Kevin who shook his head in refusal. "You can leave!" Kevin commanded sternly, striding towards the bar in the corner. Bottles of the finest wines lined the shelves, their labels proudly displayed. Glinting in the light were crystal glasses, adding an air of sophistication and refinement. His vast collection of bottles, all carefully chosen, reflected his passion for exquisite drinks quite boldly.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

There was just this sandbag that turned into a Iuba in my mind. My first hit only dangled the sack slightly, as did my second. "Shanks, put down your weapons," Reese demanded. I ignored him, hit again and again. Another blow. My lips became a thin line. Mutant descendants of dogs. Head-torso length 103 to 132 centimeters, weight: 81 kg to 103 kg. A giant German Shepherd with a lion's mane. A long muzzle with a goatee. Each Iuba was gray and black, with dark stripes on the face and ... plush.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

It raised its head, unleashing its bloodcurdling signature roar. My heart began to pound in my chest like a high school marching band. What I encountered next was nearly as shocking as the mountain lion. I turned around quickly, only to bump into a guy who looked to be about my age. He wasn’t just any guy though, he was so scorching hot that if I had wet my finger with my tongue and touched him, his chest would have steamed and sizzled. He instinctively pushed me behind him as if to protect me, then