The Lost World Doyle Novel Novels & Stories

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Those losses hit us all really hard. Even with all that loss, we’ve gained a lot as well. Thanks to Aurora, the hunters are basically extinct. A special team of Were-hunters has been created to track down and stop the remaining hunter clans. All headed by my newly revealed cousin, the head of the Meļņasirds. Doyle is definitely not who we thought he was. Who the world thought he was. As a descendant of Callisto, one of the daughters of Lycaon, he is as related to me as Galterio was. So, in a way, not at all, but in another way, my cousin. He and the other Meļņasirds have shed a whole new light on the dangers of gossip. Oh, how the truth can be twisted and turned into a pretty fairytale. Or,

This was the same man who had relentlessly pursued Josh, repeatedly attempting to abduct him, but he always failed The man made his way inside the mansion, his footsteps echoing in the grand hall. He walked confidently through the mansion, passing by luxurious furniture and priceless work of art. As he reached the backyard, where a young man was standing by the pool, watching as two women were swimming in the pool. The sound of footsteps approaching him, had the young man look behind him to see the man in a suit walking over towards him. "Mr. Doyle," the young man said with a sarcastic smile, "what a surprise to see you here. What news do you have for me this time? Did you find the bastard?"

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

He saw the space on the island and smiled. “Now, we are back to our world” Elon chanted. Steve walked out from where he was also hiding and stood in front of Elon. “This is our world, not yours. You should go back!” He said. “The world that has been destroyed. This belong to us now. I know that the goddess has created this world for us” Steve pushed Elon with a strong force from his hand. Instead of Elon to fall on the floor, he landed on the floor in his wolf form.

That must have hurt when you fell. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you in the palace. I should have been braver. I'm the one who should be dead, not you. Doyle, is your soul still here? Can you see me? I looked around the house and nothing changed. Doyle must have gone to heaven. It was a pain-free place, and he would never have to face such suffering again. "My girl!" I went into another's arms, but I could no longer tell who was in front of me.

The days passed as if nothing had happened, but I no longer felt as happy as before. One day, Lorenzo decided to bring me to attend talks with the ancient Cecile Island family, the Cecilia family. He claimed that it would help me take things off my mind, but I knew that he only wanted to have the perfect Don image. A Don who cared about his wife and family.. Sofia, as the Don's Consigliere, naturally went along as well. She donned a wide beige trench coat and flats with minimal makeup on. She looked every bit the smart and professional woman that she was.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.