The Scorpion King: Book Of Souls Novels & Stories

"You'll feel different in there. Your soul signature is unusual. Without your counterparts, you're not reading as wolf or demon-blood to the Neverplain's natural sorting mechanisms. That's not a weakness. Use it. The entities that hunt in the shattered-souls realm are keyed to specific signatures. You might be able to move through spaces they'd catch Harper in." "Reassuring," I said. I meant it, actually. "You stand here," Brianna told me, indicating a position within the primary circle. "Harper, here." Adjacent, close enough to maintain contact. "Marcus-" She looked at him. Marcus had his arms crossed again. "I'm not doing this."

Sean thought to himself. Running towards the light, he exclaimed, "Os..." However, he trailed off, leaving the word unfinished. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed something was wrong. The diamond-shaped portal wasn't glowing in a golden light. Its color, this time, was yellow. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~THE END~ End of Book #1 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

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?”

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.

Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

Deep down I kept on hoping something would go wrong and I'd be free of one bad turn of events after another. "We're gathered here today to witness the ceremony of King Elegast Ingalfur to be wedded to Queen Basilea of the Concubi Kingd..." The ceremonial opening words were cut when there was a crash, a huge dragon foot bearing its claws destroyed the palatial walls in one stomp. Then the heat of the fire burns all the decorations to dust as he shows his strength and within seconds he made me feel alive. Brontes. I recognized my dragon in a second, his golden eyes studied me, and without thinking, I was quick to run to him, climbing my way up his foot, then higher to his shin carelessly leavi

I replied, my eyes examining the kiosk. The kiosk itself was little more than a shack of warped wood and rusting metal. Shelves lined with grimy glass bottles stretched behind him, their contents swirling in shades of sickly green, deep crimson, and inky black. Some glowed faintly, casting eerie light against the filth-streaked walls. Others were so thick and viscous that they clung to the sides of their containers, slow-moving as blood congealed in the cold. Scraps of parchment hung from the bottles, scrawled with warnings in a hand so shaky it was nearly unreadable. “Oh. That is a great choice. Beyond rare and a beautiful way to destroy the soul of the strongest wolf,” he said, almost poet

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”