Stung Book Novels & Stories

The crown. The prophecy. The boy. The ground rumbled beneath our feet. And then—without anyone touching it—the stone split with a deafening crack. It opened. Lily It wasn’t a creature. It was hunger. Living void. Smoke with bone inside it. A growl made of thunder and grief. Teeth with no mouths. Cold fire that wrapped around your lungs and squeezed until breath became memory. The room screamed without sound. The shadows didn’t crawl—they swallowed. They moved like vengeance, like judgment.

But no children. Tyboll fills the doorway and everything inside of me heats. It's a strange burn that is almost painful - like the dream. I suck air into my lungs and his scent fills me. His shaggy, unkempt hair and beard cover his face and leave nothing but his startling brown gaze to stare into my soul. This is a mistake. I need to hold my breath or come up with a quick spell so I only exhale in his presence. And he says I stink.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Also, we were to remain bowing our head until they instruct us to stand still. “Do you know why you’re here, forgotten wolf?” she spoke to me. I hated the name she refers me to, but I was one for true. I’ve never had a one true mate. ©The Alpha’s Concubine; coming soon to GoodNovel. This novel can now be found on the YouTube channel, VBooks for free. It’s available in audio with natural voice soothing to the ears and background music that conveys the idea of the story very well. Check it out.

A perfect place to search. I tap the card against the desk, thinking. The loud ring of my phone startles me out of my thoughts. I look to see an unknown number. I hesitate for a second before answering. "Alpha Miles Mondragon?" a gruff, unfamiliar voice asks. "This is he." "This is Gamma Thorne from the Redwood Pack. I am calling to inform you that a member of your pack, Roxy Chapman, has been admitted to our hospital. She was stabbed multiple times. Your number was the last one she called before she lost consciousness."

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

He staggered, one knee buckling. Then the air shifted. My nose wrinkled instantly. The stench hit me like a punch to the throat—sour rot and burnt metal. My stomach twisted. That smell. My breath caught. I whipped my head toward Gabriel, panic crawling up my spine. “That stench… Gabriel—it’s them. It’s the Stingers.” His jaw clenched. “I know. I can feel them.” His eyes darkened, hands already balling into fists. “They’re close.”

, She then asked. " I'm not crying or anything ! Can you give me some peace ?", I said and shot up from the bed. " Woah ! You didn't stutter even once ! ", She looked at me with surprise. I just got more angry at the mention of 'Stutter' and I stared at her furiously. " What's wrong with you ? Why are you so angry ?", She asked. " Why do you p..put your books and things on my bed ?", I asked. " C'mon..it was you who took my library books to read yesterday and it was you itself who took away my Unicorn to hug while sleeping !", She spat back at me. I couldn't get anything to reply her with.

The way I feel small every single day. She listens. Really listens. When I’m done, tears streaking my cheeks, she pulls me into a hug that smells like lavender and old books. “You are not small,” she whispers. “You are full of fire you haven’t learned to use yet.” She lets me go, walks to a shelf I’ve never noticed before, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and pulls out a small, black leather book. No title. No author. Just worn leather and a brass clasp.