Stray Books Novels & Stories

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small

As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow wanderer on the path of rediscovery. In the warmth of the bookstore's ambiance, Marvis sensed a connection that transcended the pages of the novels that surrounded them. Julian's enigmatic aura became a beacon, guiding her through the intricate layers of her own story. Their rendezvous in the quaint bookstore set the stage for a unique companionship, a literary dance where words intertwined, creating a narrative of shared passions, untold tales, and the unfolding odyssey of their intertwined fates.

The sound hung in the air, delicate and fragile, like the first note of a lullaby that promised both comfort and warning. Aria stiffened, staring down at it, feeling the air thrum around her like a heartbeat not her own. By morning, the bookstore had stopped pretending it was normal. Books shifted along the shelves of their own accord. Titles changed when she wasn’t looking. The register printed a receipt for The Blooming Path: One Copy Sold. She hadn’t sold anything. Her phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. People online were posting photos. Hashtags like #CrimsonSprawl and #RootSignal trended faster than she could read. One claimed to see the flowers inside a locked train car. Ano

Nine remained. And one of them? Was crossed out by someone else. LOCATION: EDGE OF THE OLD CITY – ABANDONED LIBRARY TIME: 8:33 a.m. The books here were rotting. Histories no one wanted. Bloodlines no one respected. Solene moved through them like a shadow without a past because the stories left inside these walls were the kind that erased people like her. She knelt in the back corner. Pulled a volume from the stone shelf. Dust covered the title:

CONTENT: Solo masturbation, cumming, squirting, licking, boobs, wet, teasing. CHAPTER 1 It was a beautiful fall day. Unseasonably cool at 35 degrees, but perfect for the chore that awaited me. The local Salvation Army had put out a most needed list in the paper, and I knew we had a lot of those things collecting dust in the attic. Also, in three days, the city workers would be in our neighborhood for the fall pick up. They would come by in their big trucks and collect just about anything you put on the curb and haul it to the landfill. I had been putting off cleaning out the attic for about 3 years now.

You can have all your designs drawn in here. Zaphrina opened the box with the little courage she had left. After a continuous recitation of 'you are strong'. The tiny lock on the faded pink book had begun to rust and so was the key. It's been ages since she set eyes on the book, apparently, since her dad's death. Luck being on her side for the first time since that day had begun, the rusty key opened the lock and immediately, tears made their way out of her eyes uncontrollably.

Having never been a big soda drinker, she’d probably crack open a cold beer or something- “Build a wall of books Between us in our bed Repeat, repeat the words That I know we both have said; Relax into the need We get so comfortable Remember when I was So strange and likable; I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray- When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little...”

“However, we will not be by ourselves.” A rustling noise emerged from the bushes behind us, and I reflexively took a step back. A pack of wolves appeared, their coats shiny and black, their eyes faintly shining. They were different from the wolves in our pack. They had an element of wildness, a sense of being untamed. "These individuals are the Shadow Strays," Lucian remarked, pointing at the group. "Outcasts like myself who have been rejected." "They've consented to assist." Kai stiffened. “Scoundrels? "Are you joking with me?"

"That's not okay. He took your throne then." "Yes. That's what many of us strays believe. We just wanted to be left alone in peace though, so we have kept our distance from the Moonlight Pack. They did after all abandon all of us, not just me. So many of us have stories," Gabriel continued speaking, thinking about his adoptive father Samson and Vance and the many others who had joined the strays over the years. "You are outcasts, and have banded together in unison then," Lucy commented as they continued their hunt. "Gabriel, I know this may be a tough topic but what happened to your parents?"

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."