Stargate Book Novels & Stories

to a "Sovereign Architect." ​"What are you writing, Aara?" Damian asked, stepping up behind me. I could feel the heat of his presence, a constant reminder that I was no longer alone in the dark. ​"The final rule of the Third Edition," I said. "And the first line of the Fourth." ​I pressed the stylus to the stone. The mercury violet light flared, illuminating the entire Scriptorium, reaching up into the sky until it touched the L1 Stargate.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Brice's POV I wake up with a feeling of heavy nausea. The last thing I remembered was that I came back from business dinner with Clara where we were discussing about my new book progress and aligning the timetable with everything that Clara had going on for me. Where am I? I groaned when I felt my feet were lifeless, my head was pounding thinking what the fuck is wrong with me when I know for sure that I didn't even drink that much. My eyes were busy looking at my surroundings. My body felt so lethargic that tried my hardest to get up but failed miserably.

They did all he wanted just to save their mothers, daughters, and wives who were taken into prostitution, but months and years had passed, and they were still undergoing the same sufferings. "Embark on his pack, now!" Alpha Aura’s voice rose, and they all tripped out of the house, grabbed their swords, and went toward the Strawbery Pack. They killed some of the gatemen as they were instructed by Alpha Aura; he said if they did that, Alpha Rasmore would know that he was serious because he was never terrified at all when he called him. The way he remained calm in every situation is what pissed him the most. When all the gatemen at the main gate dropped dead, they walked in singing war songs, a

The stars, dotting the firmament like shimmering diamonds, evoked memories of times past, precious moments he held dear in his heart. Helena, appearing like a gentle apparition, broke the silence with her warm presence. Her soft steps echoed in the backyard, a gentle echo filling the space between them. As she approached Bruno, she found herself enchanted by the same spell he was experiencing, sharing the fascination for the starry sky. “Everyone has left,” she said softly, her voice echoing like a gentle melody in the quiet night. “What are you doing out here alone?” Bruno turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the brightness of the stars. A tender smile curved his lips as he explained his

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

After dinner, Adam returned to the reading room. Meanwhile Jes returned to her bedroom. Adam's myriad of jobs are piling up, he must finish immediately if he is going to enjoy the weekend. But tonight's problem was not over the weekend, there was another matter which was very important and could not be left out. Adam opened a secret door in the reading room. A door with very sophisticated security. The door does not resemble a door like usual, at a glance anyone who enters the room will see that the door is like an ordinary bookshelf. Indeed, the door is in the form of a bookshelf to manipulate anyone who enters the room.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.