Skybound Book Novels & Stories

Something- The sliding window opened and Yohan entered the terrace where I was sitting on a chair in the open while reading a book. -Right out of a fairy tail. The moment Yohan looked at me and our eyes met he gave me a warm smile. My heart skipped a beat. “You were reading?” He walked over. “Ah- Yes.” I looked at the book in my hands, “Just some basic information about this world.” I looked back at him again, “I got a little nervous after meeting the people here and wanted some space.” Yohan bent down a bit, “Are you okay?” He looked at my face trying to examine my health.

"You should all know how terrifying a Skybound Revenant is. It can fly, burrow, and possess immense power. "Necrobounds thrive on human vitality. If one of them successfully evolves into a Skybound Revenant, I'd say the death of tens of thousands of people would be a conservative estimate."

The pocket-sized book Skye had shown me had filled in the gaps in my knowledge, and, at long last, we knew what we were hunting. Herb’s warning had also gone right over my head. Large, crowded events, full of people, were a breeding ground for violence and torment. Skye had left me the book – though we’d been hidden from the Clan’s eyes and ears, his family, his pack, would still worry if he’d been gone too long, which he already had been; as such, he’d had to leave soon after explaining what he and Rowan and Rosie had found in the tiny book. It didn’t look like much, faded and crinkled and tea stained as it was, but it held all of the information that would – hopefully – help us bring down

Sky said, "Butch I am travelling to Russia with Damien!" "Wait what?!!!" Same reaction, Sky, that was my exact reaction too, I thought… ||*N|B*|| Happy Weekend Lovely People. Please what are your thoughts on this chapter? Your feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you and I hope you have fun reading .

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.

Twelve-year-old Lina sat on the floor of the hallway, staring at the high shelf of the linen closet. Ibu Maria was still at the school, likely grading papers to avoid coming home to the emptiness. Lina, however, was restless. The "Wind Seed" story that had once enchanted her now felt like a thin, tattered veil. She was old enough to know that seeds don't just fly; they are planted, or they are dropped. "There’s something up there," she whispered to the shadows. "Something Ibu doesn't want me to see." She dragged a heavy wooden chair from the kitchen, balanced a footstool on top of it, and climbed. Her fingers brushed against a stack of mothball-scented blankets. Shoving them aside, her hand

I have lived tens of decades than her, but her knowledge was fascinating for a human after all their brainwashing and stuff. Does she also know about that? If I were to summarize what she disclosed; the first was about the historic past. She almost aware of everything about it; the significant ones, or so I thought. Then about Marquis Don being The Astrays’ head. Damn, she is interesting. What is in that mind of hers? -- Four days had passed, and things are gradually changing. The flu outbreak decreased thanks to Rhys’s instructions. I then donated the medical books to the infirmary and had decided to construct and open up a bookstore in the center of the town.

Shadows loomed ahead, mysteries shrouded in the kind of hush only danger could bring. And Catalina knew they couldn’t escape the storm waiting for them. Not in the hand of MATTEO MORRET.

[ LILY'S POV ] The months of exploration with Elena had woven her presence into the rich tapestry of our private world without ever diminishing the core of our addiction. With Sophia long gone from Marcus’s daily life and work stable, we decided to take our evolution further. A private, members-only club in the city, discreet, high-end, and focused on consensual play, had been on our radar for weeks. We arranged a visit with Alex and Elena, setting clear boundaries: observation, light interaction, and Marcus remaining my absolute dominant. The anticipation built all week, turning everyday moments into foreplay.

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.