The Book Of The Unknown Vikings Novels & Stories

- she added defiantly, the ball above her head getting bigger and bigger and lightning bolts appearing around it, thundering ominously. Mixtures of terror and anticipation appeared on the faces of the "Viking's" subjected vampires, as their eyes wandered from their leader to the growing ball of light. The blonde's face was impenetrable for several minutes like a marble sculpture, even from his eyes one could not read any emotion. He was looking at Miyuki with that blank eyes, as if he wanted to read from her face if she would be able to fulfill her threat. In the end, however, "Viking" closed his eyes and bowed his head to raise it after a few more seconds. This time he looked at Miyuki with

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.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

The sudden finding of the ancient book had thrown my life into a world of unknowns and possibilities. This mysterious book included information that I could never have imagined, including the survival manual for werewolves, the whole history of werewolves, cures for our ailments, and the existence of underground passageways that connected our hidden world. Through its pages, we may find insights that could fundamentally alter our understanding of who we were.

he said kindly. She immediately said in nervousness, “Thank you, but you don't have to do that for me. I took this book because I had never seen a book like this before. May I ask you what book is this?” “This is a medieval history book about the first crusades. I have seen with my own eyes humans kill and slaughter their own kind for something they believe in. That’s very interesting, and that’s why I wrote this book,” he said and smiled. She furrowed her brows in thought. “Seen?” she asked in her mind curiously.

He is so beautiful, and his every moment is done with purpose and elegance. I stare at him for a moment, thinking. What business could he have with my father? Father does not even talk to the people from the horde where my mother was born. So soon after Fafnir dies, a mysterious dragon shows up having business with my father. Something is definitely going on. "What business could you possibly have with my father?" I question fiercely. Walking closer, Sixten grabs a lock of my hair twirling it around his fingers.

Hi friends, I would highly recommend you to read this because I am intended to write few facts that I used in my book on werewolves; obviously, this is the mixture of my imaginations and the things I have read about the werewolf. You may find a few facts similar or different from other books. As I mentioned earlier, I have the craze for werewolves and I gathered a few things which I found amazing and gonna use the same in this book. So read it, folks. It would help you to have a clear view when you are reading the upcoming chapters.