The Twelve Novel Novels & Stories

At night, gifts would appear at my apartment door like clockwork. The freshest imported ingredients, a limited-edition model kit Leo had once desperately wanted, even a rare, out-of-print ancient medical text. He was trying to fill the twelve-year-old black hole he'd dug with these clumsy offerings. But I was busy. So incredibly busy. Away from the suffocating Snow Fang pack, I discovered just how vast the world was for a high-level healer. I was busy researching ancient healing runes. Busy discussing academics—and occasionally sharing dinner—with Duke Adrian, the gentlemanly, witty, and deeply respectful Royal Wolf.

He could hear Don in the study, moving papers, the sound of the familiar activity of the year's end, the preparation for the new year's beginning. He wrote: The twelfth year's accounting is the largest yet. Not in the number of significant events — the eighth year had the naming, which was the most significant event of the twelve years, the moment when the arrangement became something that could be named as what it was. The twelfth year is large in the accumulated quality of the ordinary days. The ordinary days are larger in the twelfth year than in the first year. Not more numerous — the same number of days, the same calendar, the same structure of weeks and months and seasons. Larger becau

Lars was too hungry to hear any explanations anyway, considering he barely talked and just focused on gorging his creamy potato salad, caprese sandwiches, onion and beef empanadas, and gulped them down with fresh orange juice. Eventually, the group came into a lull as they were full of good meals. The wind softly passed by, brushing against the foliage and carrying fresh smell of the forest. Lars leaned against the pillar and was about to close his eyes again, craving for more sleep. However, his crave for answers was much greater. "So... now can you start explaining?" Vayu blinked rapidly for a while. "Ah, yes, right. We're part of the Twelve Scions. We protect this lovely island from being