The Rapture: The Book Novels & Stories

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Rah laughed sarcastically but quieted as Arthur gave him a stern look. “He said that everyone has this book, I mean every alpha of all kingdoms has this book,” Arthur showed the book to Rah. Rah dropped the pants he was holding at the moment in shock. Apologizing profusely, he packed it hastily. Arthur could tell that Rah was way too impatient to study the book because of the speed of packing had increased multiple times from the moment he had laid eyes on the book. “You are packed,” Rah spoke as he closed the bag and rushed forward to pick up the book. “This is marvelous,” he muttered as he gingerly lifted the book and caressed the title – Alpha Ancestry.

It wasn’t some printed or typed book—it was handwritten in an old book. And Alex, I slightly read through, so you knew the book was written like the author was telling her life story or experience. “Ray, the book has no copy. It was written in an old book, and it had all the histories of werewolves and vampires and supernatural creatures all together.” Ray seemed to understand everything now. There was a mystery about Kehlani Richardson, Anthony’s sister, and that book would help them uncover how the Blood for Power Ritual works and it may help them in stopping Duke before he succeeds in the ritual.

Bookshelves lined the walls, crammed with old tomes, notes, and scrolls. But Lena’s eyes locked onto one thing. The desk. More specifically—the book on the desk. It lay open, its pages untouched by time. The ink shimmered faintly, as if the words had been written only moments ago. Slowly, Lena stepped forward. The moment her fingers touched the page, a pulse of energy shot through her, freezing her in place. A voice—her mother’s voice—whispered through the air. "Lena… if you are hearing this, then the Rift has come for you at last."

"I know that the first vision already happened and I was too late. I don't know what that means. The second vision hasn't happened yet. The man seemed to be reaching for me. Like he wanted me to help him." Sarah stared out the front window of the SUV. "Well Rafe was stealing the books from druids. He was after the stone circle and he was out to turn himself into the biggest baddest thing he could mix together. The books could be maps, could be recipe books, could be something he was planning to do next that we don't know about, or could be nothing. Any way you look at it Rafe is dead so he can't be using the books. But if they're at Tairneach manor then Jenna or someone else there must have

The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Caska?” It was Kai’s voice, deep, resonant, and laced with a rare note of alarm. My eyes followed the crowd’s gaze to the center of the hall. The Seer, Caska, stood frozen. She was the pack’s shield, a woman of terrifying, mysterious power. Usually, she was the picture of composure, but now her eyes had rolled back, showing nothing but a blinding, milky white. A cold shiver raced down my spine. Something inside me, something ancient and dormant, stirred in response to her trance. I felt a pull in my gut, a golden tether tightening. I didn’t like the eerie feeling.

None of them had rested. Even now, rest felt dangerous. Anything could happen. The entire realm felt as though it was standing on the edge of collapse. I grabbed the Living Book from my room and returned. Placing it on the table beside Micha, I watched as it slowly opened. Golden letters appeared. "Levi and Micha. It seems much has happened." Micha folded his arms. "Obviously. Do you have anything useful? Anything that can help us against Raphael or Roosevelt?" The book replied. "What I know is this: the chaos Raphael and Roosevelt will unleash upon each other will be devastating."

POV: Caleb . . I woke before the sun even thought about rising. Zara lay curled against my side, completely naked, one leg thrown over my thigh, her head tucked under my chin. Her breathing was slow and even, her full breasts pressed warm and soft against my ribs. Her hand rested low on my stomach, fingers loosely curled like she had fallen asleep holding me. My cock twitched at the sight of her, and then guilt hit me with full force. This was Zara, Daniel’s little sister.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.