The Martian Chronicles Book Novels & Stories

Mars said, “Ask the living book. I’m sure you’re supposed to return to it or something.” I frowned, “How do you know that?” Mars chuckled, “I’m an ancient vampire, remember? I know some things. I just don’t know how the book landed in your realm, because it’s only one living book across the realms, so I’m shocked you were able to access it.” Micha said, “Has it existed in other realms before, or something?” Mars replied, “Yes, yes. Something like that. Anyways, I suggest you go to the living book right now.”

The cavern suddenly lit up, the crystals reflecting her light until the entire room looked like the inside of a star. ​The woman froze. Her spear clattered to the floor. "The Mark of Eris..." ​One by one, the people in the cavern dropped to their knees. It wasn't the kneeling of a slave to a master; it was the kneeling of a desert traveler who had finally found water. ​"We have waited so long," the woman whispered, her voice trembling. "The prophecy said the Bloodbound would return to lead the Unseen back to the sun." ​"I'm not a Queen," Seraphina said, her voice echoing. "I'm a girl who wants the killing to stop. But if we don't act now, there will be no sun to go back to."

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

Forget home and think of my kingdom as her home. I turned to the next blank page and sketched Acasia as she looked while sleeping. I never went back to the previous pictures of past claiming brides. The pain was too great. I'd filled almost the entire book with drawings of the women I'd claimed. Their faces as they aged, so beautiful, but each passing year, the lines took them closer to death. I hated this book, but wanted the images for some reason. Seventy-eight women, seventy-eight-hundred years, seventy-eight heartbreaks, and Acasia was the seventy-ninth. The centuries in front of me stretched endlessly.

Chapter 49 “Amuletum dicimus contradixerit tibi adduc velatos te et domum tuam. Tu nos iubes?” The Witches started chanting. I was impatiently waiting, but nothing seemed to be happening. They continued chanting and a green light appeared above them for a split second and then it was gone. But it sent an energy blast that flung books off the shelves in my library. It also knocked the three Witches back, breaking the circle and stopping the chanting.

rescue Keith? 'Yeh... let's think about it. This is basically like one of those transmigration Web novels, as unbelievable as it is, I am definitely inside that strange book i read in mom's library.' "Hmmm... what if... this is some kind of rewrite," Mars was slowly trying to make sense of whatever was going on. This all felt like a dream, but that Mad Demon had almost choked the life out of him, and it had hurt as hell. It definitely was not a dream.

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

---Merida’s POV--- And here I thought I asked a simple question. No, he just told me he was a mixed Alien human… *Wait he said Crustalia planet, not Crysthalle islands or even of earth. He was born in space. So…* I thought loudly not really thinking of everyone who could be listening in. I just wasn’t sure how to say it. “Meri all pure-blooded Crysthalian’s are in fact aliens of earth and cannot be actually aged in today’s standards.” Crispin says as he appears at the doorway to the living room.

To my surprise, it opens. "What the ...?" I whisper. Alec steps in front of me, pushing the door open all the way. He takes a step inside, and I follow. The inside of the warehouse is creepy too. The floors are covered in dust and cobwebs, and all the furniture is overturned and broken. But despite the mess, it's obvious that somebody is living here. There are candles burning in the corners, and there's a mattress in the back corner. I can see clothes draped over an old chair, and a pile of books stacked against the wall.