The Power Of The Dog Book Novels & Stories

The book had slipped from her lap onto the grass. And there.....just at the edge of the tree line, were two glowing eyes. She froze. The eyes moved closer. Slowly. Deliberately. A shape emerged from the shadows, and her breath caught in her throat. It was a dog. No—not just a dog. The biggest dog she'd ever seen. Easily the size of a small bear, with thick black fur and muscles that rippled under its coat as it stalked toward her. Its eyes glowed amber in the moonlight, fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach flip.

When Santino pushed open my bedroom door, I was leaning against the window, reading an old art history book. The light from the hallway silhouetted his form. "How long are you going to keep up this farce?" He stood at the door, not entering. I closed the book and looked up at him, my gaze calm and empty. "This isn't a farce." "Then why have you abandoned all your duties as Donna?" The masculine scent of cigars and cordite that clung to him, a scent I once craved, now only made me sick. "Still throwing a fit over Jessy?"

She turned toward him equally smiling. "A moment." Her fingers touched the spine of a black book resting upon the shelf, Immediately the room grew colder. The candle flames stretched unnaturally and shadows deepened. The rogue's smile faded. "What is that?" Delilah's eyes glowed faintly. "It is power." For the first time, uncertainty entered his expression. The book suddenly opened by itself, and it's pages flipped wildly as usual. Then the chamber fiiled with hundreds of voices speaking at once. The rogue stepped backward.

A small sprig of moonpetal flowers. I untie the thread, and the parchment unfurls. My mother’s handwriting spills across the page in elegant, curling strokes. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes. I read. ‘Aria, my little wolf: If you are reading this, then the path you walk has led you to the place I feared most, and the place I knew you would one day reach.’ My chest tightens painfully as I continue to read. ‘I have seen the Game. I have seen the goddess. I have seen the way fate twists itself around certain children, those born with too much strength, too much heart, too much destiny in their bones.’

“So forgive me princess, for enjoying our brief time together. Now, the answer is yes. The owl pays the debt. I'll give you your spell so you can get back to your Alpha and save him.” I study him seeing the sheer, arbitrary power, the loneliness behind the gleam and I realize he’s not just dangerous. He’s old, powerful, and deeply, terribly lonely. But that doesn’t make him any less terrifying.

"Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth." "A dragon?" I rubbed my thumbs over the edges of the cover, staying clear of the eye. Soft, sleek, and smooth like a lizard's skin. "What's inside?" Cindy gave me one of her famous looks. This one saying, Duh! "Abernathy's spells. This is the oldest, most powerful book on the planet, and it's mine now." I snorted, though I could feel the book's power. "Really? Why do you have it?" Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

He whispered next to my ear, giving a warning tone. "You take that back!" Seth snarled with disbelief. "Harry Potter is one of the most franchised fantasy novels turn two awesome films of the century." "Yeah, but why would a wizard who can't fight in combat only with a glow-in-the-dark stick cast magic when you can have a hunky werewolf or a very seductive vampire." I heard a low growl behind me as Logan stuck his gun on my rear. That is no gun. "Logan, please make your girl stop."

What the fuck was she talking about? "He'll do anything you ask, and the demons will use it against him." The book she'd stolen during our visit to the building fell at my feet. "Here is the book. I don't recommend you open it until you're worthy enough. Right now, you're just a pathetic excuse for a she-wolf. Until you can find your roots, you remain powerless. Do not open the book." "I am not powerless," I said through gritted teeth, balling my fists by my side.

“…I’d have his hide.” “Shame for you then that he’s mine now.” I curled my arm around Moon who was trembling even though he was trying to hide it. “Nobody touches him.” I was in a wood, trapped under a dome, in the empire of the Jungles, the most savage of the wolves…and I was making demands…? The possessive shadows that wound out of me and around Moon, however, at the threat to him, strengthened me, until I at last felt it…the true power of the Wolve Winner and