The Land And The Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head and ambled down the stairs to the backdoor in the kitchen that opened up to a small garden Mama had with flowers and small vegetation. As I opened the door, Luciano’s tall and broad structure came into view with an expression on his face I could not read. Suddenly, there was just too much happening in his eyes. Chaos. It was chaos. The one I had been feeling inside. The one he had been going through.

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

The land reacted. Not the old pack magic in its defensive configuration, that was exhausted. The land itself, the raw, ancient thing underneath the pack magic and the territory’s ownership and the four generations of Calloway Alphas who had built their lives on top of it. The land recognized what had found me the same way it had recognized me when I first arrived, with the specific, involuntary response of something very old encountering something it had encountered before, except the quality of this recognition was different. Not welcome.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

"Kelda would like you to have this. It is very old, a history of our people. We hope it will help." Liv didn't move for several breaths, but finally stepped forward and took the book from Brodi's outstretched hand, careful not to touch him. The book itself tingled in her fingers and she almost dropped it in surprise. The book clutched tightly to her chest, she stepped back. "We are here…I am here for whatever you need," Brodi told her, holding his arms out to his sides. Liv bit her lip as she regarded him – like some kind of Viking warrior presenting himself to her as tribute. Her insides quivered, but she refused to submit to this insane pull she felt for him. It's not real. Just get out of

Photographs of the land, dating back to the 1920s, showing the same hills, the same trees, the same stubborn refusal to be forgotten. And at the bottom of the box, a final letter, addressed to Riley. My dear granddaughter, If you're reading this, it means I'm gone, and someone has tried to take what's ours. Don't be afraid. Don't give up. The land has a memory longer than any government's. These documents are not the truth—they are proof of the truth. And the truth is that this valley belongs to the people who love it. You have always loved it, Riley. Even when you were small, even when you left for the city, even when you doubted yourself. That love is stronger than any deed, any contract,

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

Felix seized the book right then. "That's a close call. Without Lumen, I'd have died countless times already." Opening it revealed only yellowed blank pages. "What's going on?" Felix was baffled. No matter what he tried, the pages remained blank. "This can't be right! It called to me, so there must be more." After pondering a while, he sat cross-legged. Holding the book in his right hand, he opened a page with his left, then closed his eyes. Since the Three Forbidden Lands seemed connected to the soul, perhaps physical sight wasn't enough. He needed to read with his soul. Though Felix knew little about soul manipulation, he could only calm his mind and keep trying.

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

" Danny asked. The same question was also had in Bella's and Bethany's minds. "The book was written by a demon. According to our ancienter, it can't be read by a simple person. If anyone has read the original book, then the person was chosen by the book," the old woman said and walked up to them with a basket. "Ladies, if you don't mind, please grab these stones. It's our culture to sacred our land. When outsiders came, they polluted the land, not intentionally. Just a few rules," the old woman told and held the bucket in front of them when Bella noticed the tattoo on her face.