The Book Of The Unknown Vikings Mga Nobela at Kwento

I growled out “Or what? Before we get down to the necessary introductions, I want to make it clear that though you may be an alpha you are certainly not mine. Chaos has been and will always be my alpha and that’s not going to change. And before you go all alpha on me, I’ve got something sweet for you. ‘The truth always comes out. No matter how deep its buried… you may be comfortable in the shadows because you think it’s a temporal home for your secret but know that, that same shadows is a permanent dwelling place for another’…” she said cryptically with mockery laced in her words I turned swiftly to glance around the room and I knew in my heart of heart that disaster was nearing. I watched a

He never got to finished what he was saying when many black wolf entered the premises and when they saw him they started to bring out those teeth and started to yelp. They started to circling where Liam was standing while he was also glancing at them one by one. Looking behind him and then to his front. There is one leader of the pack, they were just waiting for his signal to attack Liam. When they got the signal just by staring at hos eyes they already know what would that be and even Liam knows that sign. When he saw that sign, Liam prepares himself to engaged while he was waiting for them to attack. Upon getting the sign from their leader, they turned their heads to Liam and prepare to at

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

A mass grave meant nothing left to bury—scavengers, bones scattered, flesh devoured. But Matthew wouldn't let it go. "Eli suffered so much—I have to find him," he insisted, tearful and relentless. So my father, against his better judgment, sent a group of servants to the reeking pit of corpses to search for my remains. I followed them, watching as they prodded through the mountain of rotting bodies with long iron hooks. The stench was so foul that several young servants doubled over and vomited. In the end, it was George who found my corpse. He remembered the coarse cloth I'd been wearing when they sold me off—and the tiny, clumsy ink orchid I'd embroidered on the hem with my own hands.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Again I had fangs, and fangs which were the features of a vampire, but I didn't have any blood lust though there were a lot of people present. Still, five things that we know of remains a mystery, which are, the fire, the eyes, the strong gut feelings, me not having any blood lust and if the fire in the cafeteria was my doing then wasn't the fire which might have been shot from my eyes not visible like it was when I set the bush on fire. This put us in a deep uncertainty on what I was or there are any other undiscovered features in me since

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

“Don’t you understand? That book... is a gold mine of knowledge!” “Er...” “That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” I dropped the book in shock. ________________

“Seems like a nice book, you got there. What is the name?” “Oh it is…The title is the Unknown Luna, it is about a woman who didn’t know she was mated to an Alpha and she was… It probably doesn’t sound like the kind of things you like to read. After all werewolves aren’t real.” She said as the old woman laughed heartily and said,

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.