The Rapture: The Book Novels & Stories

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

My hands trembled slightly as I took them. The first page had a name on it - Romell Lunae. My breath caught when I saw it. “That’s my father,” I whispered. “I know,” I began reading. Each word felt heavy in my chest as I read. The book spoke of rituals, dark ones, forbidden ones. It spoke of Lunae magic, not just as power, but as something rare, something that could be stolen under the right conditions. My chest tightened painfully. “No…” I whispered. “There’s more,” Rhea said gently.

Hunter crossed his arms tightly. “So the psychotic void exile potentially has access to the spirit world now.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Chaos muttered. Hunter stared at him flatly. “It is bad.” Queen Genoviva looked deeply troubled. “The spirit realm is unstable enough already.” I frowned slightly. “What does the book do?” Order answered immediately. “It contains ancient transition rituals.” Cold spread through me instantly. Transition. Transformation. Ascension. Power transfer. The possibilities hit all at once. Chaos looked furious now.

A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.” “ interesting,” Raven thought. “ I suppose it’s time to find out if I really am a part of this clan.” She dared to turn the page. Wind started picking up and swirling around her. She looked around the room to see if anything had appeared. Raven still seemed to be alone in this library. As she read the first line, on the first page, the wind calmed itself, and she knew once, and for all, this was h

Fire errupted in her, when she fed on the fifth spirit, since they were old, they possessed so much streghth that she couldn’t take in. Her whole self burned and she tighned her grip on the tree she was sitting on, struggling not to fall. She lost her grip and the time she had landed on the ground, she sighed in reliefe because they had all left. As Karen continued to struggle in feeding the spirits, things were not good at all at her world. Rasmore had gone into seclusiopn period, where he didn’t allow anyone to talk to him. Those were times when Hashmuk stepped in and stood as the alpha in-charge until the day Rasmore becomes normal again. He prayed day and night, hoping that Karen would r

And I wasn't wrong, just a few seconds the light burst from the rock and after that, it looked like snow falling from the sky but they were shining. The moon is too big like it's about to kiss the ground. Everywhere are sparkling and everyone on the ground was in glee. It feels like Tinkerbell and the other fairies just flew past our world. The shimmering darkness scattered and the land was blessed. "Let's do the final ritual," Elijah whispered to me. I frowned. "What ritual?" "Sealing." He gave me a short answer. I'm not sure what he means but all I know is that he needs my cooperation now.

Kenna kneels near the fire, wiping her tears on the back of her hand, but Sarah perches on the armrest, resting her arm over my shoulder. “If you’re reading this, I’m in the thick of it. The battles in the desert have begun. I’ve followed Richard and his forces to Serpentia. That’s where he’s keeping the book–where he plans on opening the Gate. He’s going to escape through it, we believe, after using the book to unleash hell on Eastonia and beyond. His desire for power knows no bounds, and my only consolation is that you’re safe and with your family.” My chest rattles as I try to fill my lungs with air. I flip the page, noticing the writing growing more frantic as his words turn from the war

I did not have the energy to take out the trash and rid myself of that torture. I stared at the book that rested just beyond my reach on the bedside table. It was a sequel to the romance novel that I had been reading at Andrew’s second home when Chevalier ambushed Jeffrey and me. In this one, Sapphire and Raphael were trying to escape from Beelzebub’s boss, Lucifer himself.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

She touched my arm, but even her hand felt too hot against my skin. Sage didn’t flinch. “You heard me.” That was it. The last thread of restraint snapped. The first sound was the crack of bone, low and grinding, followed by the ripple of muscle shifting under skin. I felt my spine arch, my vision warping as the world tilted into something sharper, clearer — more dangerous. Ava gasped, stumbling back as the change took hold, my body stretching, expanding. The air was suddenly thick with the scent of fear — hers, her father’s, even Sage’s, though he masked it well.