Sleepy Hollow Book Characters Novels & Stories

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Read that book like a million times growing up. Andrew laughed again. ‘Bless you, Jackson. Yes that’s right. After the Sleepers woke up, although technically they’re not awake... but that’s a whole other thing. After they were... what, activated shall we say, they incapacitated you lot pretty quickly. Unless you’re going to step it up a gear, and wipe them out completely then... They’re not going to do that are they? Send in the big guns? I can still save these civilians.’ ‘You’d have to ask Sergeant Baker about that,’ Jackson informed him.

"The both of you are dead" I uttered staring at the two living being standing in front of me. How are they still alive. "And you are not suppose to be having sex with a fictional character that you created." Vivian replies folding both her hands below her boobs, her eyes solely on Ethan. They know about being a character in my book? First Ethan smith, and now them. I nervously rub the back of my neck, my eyes staring at anywhere else but Vivian. "Can we just forget about who is fucking who, and who is actually dead. We have a big problem at hand." Daniel says cutting through the silence that has already taken over the woods. And since we are in the woods, the silence also felt kind of scary.

Halsey is waiting at the trench side, alone. She’s feeling a little giddy for some reason. There’s a book plopped open on her lap but she barely pays any attention to it. Instead, she keeps on glancing behind her to see if Nathan has arrived. It’s really early in the morning. The whole town's sleeping and Halsey seems to be the only one who’s awake. Lincoln and Charlotte were also sleeping soundly in their rooms. Halsey left a note next on Charlotte’s bedside table about meeting Nathan for a project. She can only hope that Charlotte doesn’t misunderstand her like Lincoln does.

Aurelia suggested as I nodded and changed into a more comfy outfit and laid under my duvet, hoping to recharge before evening when Alpha Blake would come for me. As I drifted away into the sleep, the thought of the mysterious book was at the back of my mind and it lingered still. I suddenly woke up drenched in sweat with a racing heart. I had had a dream again which was so real and vivid, it felt like my life. I saw Nora again, whispering to the hooded figure and this time around they were in a room, with the moon casting eerie shadows at them through the window in the empty room. Nora stood with the book, scribbling into it which the figure also read and smiled then handed Nora another smal

If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work. I lean back my head resting it on the edge of the couch keeping my gaze on the woman asleep with her legs thrown over mine. She had a life of her own before I intervened. She looks so peaceful in her sleep not a worry about the monsters chasing her... or the one who actually have her in his possession. I let her legs fall onto the couch when I stand up looking over her turn for a second, but she doesn't wake. She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly.

Jo had never asked exactly what happened, but looking at Shayna now, sitting there with her arms folded in a hostile fashion, a lost look on her mother’s face, she thought maybe she should ask a few questions, just to know if Shayna might have a beef with someone on the team. The others, she tried to keep up with. Hattie Foils, a tech chick her dad seemed to know. A Healer named Martin Green he also seemed to have a history with. Two younger Canadians--Leo and Fiona Acres. A really muscular dude named Alvin Little--a name that did not fit him in the least, in Jo’s opinion--and two gorgeous girl Guardians named Leslie Donavon and Denise Hensley that seemed to be looking at her dad in ways tha

There will be one more book, and it will follow Andre, big burly Arthur, Sean, Weston, Skylar, and Paxton, along with a few new characters. I'm sorry it took so long to finish this book. Thank you so much to everyone who waited and stayed around to finish it. I'm sad the book is over, but at the same time, I didn't want to drag it out and make it boring. And now that it's over, I can finish the darkness within, and begin working on the next chapter of this story, and explore these characters.

"Wait a sec. What's that noise?" My blood went cold. Noise? I hadn't made a sound. "What noise?" Silas asked, his voice steady as a rock. "Sounds like... snoring?" I froze. Then I heard it. A low, wet, rattling sound coming from the front of the wagon. It wasn't me. It was the driver Silas had hired...a half-blind old wolf named Barnaby who was notorious for falling asleep the second he sat down. "Barnaby! Wake up, you old fool!" Silas barked, followed by a loud smack of a hand hitting leather.

I drove fast, the city fading into trees and shadow, the mill’s silhouette rising against the sky. Inside, the air stank of mold and blood. I descended the rickety stairs, the flashlight beam bouncing off the walls. Rourke hung from chains in the corner, his chest rising slow, his eyes glinting with hate. Silas slumped nearby, his gray hair matted, his breathing ragged. Lucien lay on a cot, still unconscious, tubes gone but his face pale and slack. I set the book on a crate, my stomach twisting as I checked their restraints. Tight. Secure.