The Camel Club Books In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

His ripped body glistening with oil. "Where were you all day? You missed the contest." "Did you win?" Rudra asked. "Of course! I am Anbir. I was the first one to find and retrieve the pearl from a talking swan." Anbir chuckled. Rudra was pleased. It meant he could stay longer. He leaned back into his chair. His hands clasped behind his head while he stared at the ornate ceiling. "Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures."

he tells me. "I see, so that is why they are staring,” I say. We continue down the street in silence, the only things I hear is the sounds of the city. Wagons thumping against the ground, the neigh of horses and the voices of people talking and laughing. After walking for a while, we finally reach the blacksmith shop Phoenix Fire. It is a little taller than the other stalls and buildings around it. There are dark clouds of smoke pouring from the chimney. I approach the building with a light skip, my cloak flying behind me as I pick up my speed. Reaching the front of the building I peer in.

I’m hiding a smirk behind my hand cause that’s my girl. “One. That’s Forrest, cuntcake.” Cassidy said, pointing at Forrest. “Two. That’s Darius, and that one is Elijah.” she continued pointing at the brothers as she named them. “Learn the fucking difference. And three. All three of them belong to Riko. Learn it, accept it, live it, move the fuck on.” Cassidy concluded her rant, her hands on her hips. Fuck she’s hot. Like seriously, I’m turned on right now watching my girl defend my friends.

Stopping in, the clerk had sage burning and a freaky crow perched on her shoulders. I felt this weird kinetic energy surrounding her. Who is she? I guessed Camila felt it too; she shuddered and stepped closer to me. “What brings you, ladies to the shop today?” The clerk asked. “I'm just browsing. We just moved here.” I strode around the shop, touching an array of candles, books, jewelry, and much more. The shopkeeper came back and handed me a book. I ignored her creepy smile, and read the title, Birth of Witches.

I don’t know if I should be happy that with some strange twist of fate, my wolf is talking or if I should be sad that she is still not talking to me. My moment of confusion is cut short when an explosion sounds in the distance. Shocked, I direct my gaze to the castle. A good chunk of a glass tower falls on the bridge, breaking it from the middle. The Beast rises, with me still held at his side, and turns towards the newcomer. A pang of hurt hits my heart as the once beautiful castle becomes the image of disaster, the glass raining down like rain around it. My eyes zero in on the body flying in the air. Darkness surrounds her figure as she slowly lowers herself to the broken bridge.

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She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

Camela’s scream echoed through Vincent’s chest as he held her close. Her scar glowed white-hot, spilling fire through the air. The dust city shuddered with every tremor of her body. The stranger stood calmly, the journal pressed against his chest. His smile remained soft, almost gentle, but his voice was like a knife. “Say it, Camela. Say your name before I do. Claim it, or I will carve it louder than your father dared.” Vincent’s claws dug into the ground, leaving deep scars in the dust. His voice roared like a storm. “You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.”

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1