The Thirteenth Tale Novels & Stories

One hand on the door, the other on the doorframe, chest bare, muscles flexing. I stared at him with wide eyes, trying not to seem angry. Maybe that woman was his sister or something. He wouldn’t invite two girls over to his house at once, would he? “You said that you wanted to see me later.” He stared at me like I was crazy with those wide brown eyes that I could get lost in for days. “All I said was good night, not to come to my home at eleven thirty p.m., when I’m about to fall asleep.” “About to fall asleep?” I asked, brow arched. He wasn’t about to fall asleep; he had a damn woman over. “You have a woman over.”

“We’ll take refuge in the castle before we head off, we’ll only take our finest men. Leave the others and let them take over…” Their impromptu meeting had ended later in the evening and Prince Fazan decided to visit Princess Thalyn. “The princess must be cursed of some sort, she’d just gotten better and now.... well you know the rest.” Argon says to Zedrick after the prince left, both feeling sorry for the princess.

Did she have ancestors from there several generations back that she just didn't know about? And most of all, what did any of it have to do with the very strange book she'd found, Legends of the Werewolf. The binding was ancient leather, now frayed in many places, and the lettering in gold. The other night when she finally opened it she expected to read about the history of werewolves and how that history came to be. Instead, to her shock, the stories were about shapeshifters, people who could change into the shape of a wolf. Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared.

Eris demanded, stepping further into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the open book. Acting on pure instinct, I used my leg to slide the grimoire safely under my bed before she saw it. I hesitated, my throat tight, wondering how she would react to the truth. “The story about Thalia giving her wolf to Adonis... it was a lie. Or at least, it's incomplete.” “What do you mean by that?” she barked. "I mean whatever amateur magic Thalia attempted, the ritual failed," I explained, staring her down. “She was supposed to give Adonis her whole wolf, but instead, she somehow split her wolf into two.”

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

Grayson stepped forward and pulled Thirteen over to ask her, “What did you see when you went in, Thirteen?” Thirteen said, “I can’t tell you.” Afterward, she did a smooth exit. Grayson was fuming. “Is she putting her guard up against us? That silly girl is disloyal.” On the way back, Grayson and the others ran into a few bizarre villagers. One was blind, the other was deaf, and the last had lost his tongue… The three looked similar in age and appearance, so they should be brothers from the same family. The meticulous Tempest immediately became suspicious. “I’ve never heard of there being three brothers who lost their senses in Yorks Stronghold.”

However, when he zipped it up and was ready to leave, a fair hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on the suitcase. Sir Harris looked at No. 13 in astonishment. However, he noticed that his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had been crying blood. "Leave them all behind." Sir Harris was surprised. He suddenly remembered what Thea had said, “If he accepts these gifts, then I can be sure that he is my brother." "No. 13, that Ms. Thea, do you know her?" No. 13 lifted a pair of watery and mesmerizing eyes, but the black pupils beneath the watery surface exuded a strong sense of intimidation. "I have nothing to do with her."

Toward the mountains. Then: "We're not first." Silence. Then Aurelius frowned. Then: "Who?" The answer came from the Third Crown. Truth. Then Thomas spoke. Then: "The Eighth Heir." The group froze. Immediately. Then Henry blinked. Then: "Another one?" Then: "We keep finding these people." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Valen sighed. Then: "There are thirteen of us." Pause. Then: "What did you expect?" Honestly?

I said, my emerald eyes turning into lethal points of white light. "I forged you to Be me," she corrected. "The Thirteenth Gate is not a portal to a new world. It’s the final stage of the assembly line. To close the Eleventh Cycle and start the Twelfth, the reflection must return to the mirror. You must consume me, or I must consume you".

As a reward, the Count received more lands than any other nobles and was the new right-hand man of the King (since the last one was decapitated). Nabee's most famous story was also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It is traditionally always told before the countdown. It happened in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains greater than any on earth. It was the magical world of Thea. And that was a fairy tale.