Tamed Book Novels & Stories

The scent of blood, coppery and thick, seeped under the door. Tess backed into the farthest corner, clutching a heavy brass bookend from the desk. The fight outside seemed to be reaching a fever pitch. She saw Liam, a titan of black fury, surrounded by three wolves. He dispatched one with a brutal shake of his neck, but another latched onto his hind leg. He roared in pain, a human-sound ripped from an animal throat. It was the opening the enemy had waited for.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

‘Weng! “The essence of beast taming is to convert an ordinary, wild, or mild, savage beast into one's own tamed pet. This is to prove that a cultivator is unbounded by the fate of the world unlike normal humans. Efficient beast tamers are even able to make the most nefarious of all savage beasts no different from a loyal dog...” ‘Weng!’

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

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Vireya's POV I frowned, staring at the glowing words on the page. “‘Sacrifice and love’? How is that an answer?” I muttered, frustrated, closing the book halfway and turning to Zevarion. “Try asking something else,” he said gently. I inhaled slowly, then wrote in the book ‘How do I tame my wolf?’ A moment later, the response appeared in ink: ‘It is not yours to tame.’ I blinked, my brow furrowing even deeper. “It's not mine to tame? Is this book broken?” I huffed. “Maybe the magic in this land is messing with it.”

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That caught my interest. Most newcomers fight corrections. They would either bristle or break at it. Tanya did neither. She took it in like a blade being sharpened and effected all the corrections. Her strikes was still awkward in some places, but they were still deliberate. She didn’t swing without thinking. Every jab, every kick, every pivot was calculated… even if her calculations weren’t perfect yet. There’s danger in wolves like that. Not because they’re the fastest or the strongest, but because they notice. Because they remember.

The black turtle neck shirt she adorned somehow emphasized her slender neck. "You did? When?" T'mara asked, evidently more interested in the conversation than she was letting on. Very slight surprise flitted across her face, and her already large smile became even wider. "You spent some time with my nephew, hmm?" I glanced away the question, ears stinging until I caught sight of the red book in her hands, and used that as a way to turn it into a topic. "Honour had that book, I’m guessing it’s exclusive to the councilmen."