The Book Of The Unknown Vikings Novels & Stories

Antonia murmured softly, her eyes locked onto Portia's with that unyielding, quiet ferocity. "They can look all they want, but they only see what we let them see. They don't know about the sketchbook, they don't know about the couch, and they don't have a single clue about where we’re going next year. This is the reality, Portia. Right here."

Who was that unknown enemy? [A/N:- Little hints of this unknown enemy can be found in Arjun’s book. Remember the conversation Arjun and Rudra once had over the phone? This unknown enemy will appear in Arjun's son Ariv's book, and everything will conclude and end in Arika’s book. You can read these two books in the book named Flames of obsessiveness second series] .. .. Thank you, ShineeSunshine ♥️

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

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“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

Don had placed a paperweight on the page—a small stone from the beach in Portugal, the one they had brought back as a souvenir, the one that lived on Don's desk and held down maps and papers that needed holding. Don had three books by the end of the week. Ernest knew this because of the deliveries—the familiar pattern of the arrival of the programme. The books came in the post, in padded envelopes and small boxes, and Don would open each one with the specific quality of someone who was building a foundation. The books were different from the Greece books in subject and quality: one was about the Norse relationship to winter and darkness, a cultural history of how the people of the far north

Because she knew. And maybe she was just fucking finished with pretending to. Nora and Elias were already settled in the carriage when I climbed inside. It was over. My story was going to be told. And when the world heard what we’d uncovered… Well. The dogs would know. The carriage bumped along through slush and quiet. Wheels dug soft trenches into the snowy road, the winter woods growing thicker around us after we’d passed the gates of Obscura. Everything outside had fallen silent. Like the world itself knew to hold its breath for what came next. We’d seen no travelers. No footprints aside from those left by crows picking through ice on brittle branches.

"Viktor planned this for years. He won't just walk to our door. He has extra plans and ways to run away." "So we have to be smarter," I said. I stood up next to my brother. "We have to guess what he will do." "How?" Marcus asked. I looked at George. We understood without words. "The book. Mom's book. She wrote about all the families Viktor hunted..." "We can see how he did it before," George said. "Then guess what he will do here." Dane's eyes looked happy and proud. "Smart." Elder Miriam gave me the old book. "Your mom wrote everything carefully. Every family she knew. Where they lived, their special gifts, their weak spots."

Then the Vampire book Liberty was reading earlier catches my eye. What was it Alpha Thoran used to say? Know your enemies, keep them close, don’t strike prematurely. There is only so much we can know about Kendrick, but there is no such thing as over informed, right? Especially when we have a creature we know nothing about living right here, in the pack house, a few doors away from our leaders. I open the dusty cover and scan the handwritten contents list. Two words jump off the page and slap me in the face. I flip to the corresponding chapter, suspicion swirls inside me and I kind of wish I hadn’t been curious.

“It’s not a book, per se. Instead, it contains a lot of unrecorded information. A hundred years ago, when Wyvern Peak was first founded, someone made a prediction for them and recorded everything that might happen in the future within this book. “I believe it was called Heroes of Wyvern Peak.” ‘Heroes of Wyvern Peak?’ Adrian furrowed his eyebrows. “Where did you learn this information?”