The Precipice Book Novels & Stories

I had been dreaming of this moment all my life ever since I wanted to play football professionally, but I never expected that I would feel so much pain leaving Astikoz Hills, and I knew it was because of one girl who turned my life upside down. My brothers were talking as we approached the beautiful capital city of our country, Majuscule City. I was so excited to live in this city, and we were on our way to one of our properties located in the beautiful hills of Majuscule. I always felt excited every time we traveled here, and this was the first time I wasn't in the mood to have fun. The moment we landed on the beautiful grounds of our mansion, we all disembarked from the chopper, and what I

The rain kept falling. The world continued spinning. But inside the small bookstore, they stood still — so close to break. So close to heal. So close to begin.

On the edge of the precipice. ---

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

I am trying to determine which two are worse: Riley and Sapphire, Mathius and Sapphire, or Sapphire and Luke. I agree with Riley when he says it is Luke’s fault that my precious jewel has picked up the more colorful aspects of the Aussie language. Riley and Mathius argue with Sapphire like siblings, which I guess they are. Riley might not be her sibling by blood, but you wouldn’t know that with how they give each other shit. We have gone back to acting as we did before discovering everything. I still don’t like the idea of my precious jewel not having protection, but I need to trust her and her ability to protect herself. I know we are more aware of our surroundings and everyone we enc

Agnes bade her father goodnight and walked down the stone stairs, crossing the quiet courtyard toward the cliffs. Rhys stood at the edge of the granite precipice, where the dark ocean waves crashed against the rocks two hundred feet below. He wore simple dark trousers and a heavy wool coat left open, exposing his chest. The **Apex Core** hummed quietly beneath his skin, its violet-and-gold light pulsing in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the cadence of the tide. As Agnes approached, Rhys didn't turn around, but his arm opened, inviting her into his side. Agnes slid smoothly against his broad frame, her arm wrapping around his waist as he pulled his coat over her shoulders to block the c

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 9 : GRIM REAPER Scene opens up to a wide spread land. Thus, dry it was. Like a desert. Dead trees still, standing still and the bubble clouds, having a bursting purple tint to it. Calypso was caught walking in fright from a high up angle. "John!" She yelled. His ring, dropped to the floor right before Calypso's feet.

The stones tumbled out of their way and stopped. This was bliss. This was paradise. When they got to Max's building, they both stopped. “At least, he's safe tonight,” Wilkes said. “Yes, he is.” “You really needed this walk, didn't you?” Wilkes grinned. Harold didn't reply and as slowly as they came, they began walking back to their hostel. “Thank you,” Harold said when they had both gotten to the door. Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching them from a distance, in the dark night.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.