The Book Nine Novels & Stories

Chapter Three Jasper took out an envelope out of his pants pocket. My lips parted in shock seeing the Royal red seal over it. It was issued by Queen Reina. She's the headmaster of all academies, and head of the council of Nine, SevenA which is known as NineA, a team of powerful Alphas. Nine means the most powerful nine Alpha. She's the head of them, like our goddess on the earth. My cousin, Jasper, and Drake are part of Nine. The others are Alessandro, Edward, Daniel, and Carlos. The two spots are waiting for the rightful heirs and The king. I have heard my half-sister Ava saying that King would come and reclaim his position. I never heard any prophecy saying that the king and queen will ret

⸻ Julian examined the torn edge. “It wasn’t damaged.” “It was cut.” “Recently.” Elias searched the room. “They were here before us.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “The Nine.” “They didn’t find what they wanted.” “No,” Elias whispered. “They found exactly what they came for.” ⸻ A soft chime echoed through the hidden chamber. Everyone turned toward the round table. Nine candles stood before the empty chairs. Without anyone touching them… One candle ignited. Then another. A third. Within seconds, all nine flames burned steadily.

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He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

Pete is nineteen,Iyvonne is sixteen,I am fourteen and little Josh is ten. Grandpa's flight will arrive by ten this morning.Am crazily happy today.This is one of a kind of get-together that hasn't happened for ages.Grandpa would never agree to come over to Canada during Christmas. Aunt Carolyn was always with her excuses.Pete would rather spend Christmas with Uncle Gabriel,my mom's younger brother and return in the evening of the new year. I will tell you why. My dad's family in Nigeria were as stingy as a glued panda.We rather spend our holiday in the orphanage than going to any of my dad's family members.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

said the ninth prince, leaning lazily back in his chair. BOOOOOMMMMM…