Theo Books Novels & Stories

Theo’s POV I run my fingers along the leather spines of the ancient tomes, feeling the bumps and scratches carved by centuries of use. Most of these books haven’t been touched in years. Their bindings crackle softly under my touch, and the scent of old parchment clings to the air—earthy, musty, and somehow comforting.

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

After all that has happened, do they still think I would run away screaming? She must have realised that I wouldn’t run away. She nodded, it seemed more to herself than it was meant for me as she continued her narrative. “The Element essences are, Fire, Water, Earth and Air.” When she said Fire, she extended her hand towards me with her palm upward.

He gripped it so hard I feared my hair would rip out. “What are you reading?” Theo asks as he draws patterns on my bare stomach. We’re lying naked in bed. It’s difficult to stand up immediately after the energy-draining activity we shared. I picked up my phone to read a book while I waited for my body to recharge so I could take a shower. “Just a human book.” “You love reading those,” Theo says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck. “They’re interesting. It’s so nice how they build feelings for someone from a mere crush all the way to love.”

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Luca noted this with the faintest lift of his eyebrows because he’d expected us to push it, and I could tell he was choosing not to comment. Theo was at the kitchen table with a book he appeared to actually be reading. This was progress because in his early weeks, he’d carried books around like props, holding them upside down half the time. Now his brow was furrowed, and he turned a page without looking up at us, then seemed to realize we were there and startled. “Oh…Good morning,” he said, blinking. “Good morning, Theo,” Ava said. “How was Magazine Street?” We both looked at him. He glanced between us, then added quickly, “Luca mentioned where you were going. I wasn’t monitoring your moveme

I wasn't expecting anyone to be there, but Theo was. He sat at the kitchen table with a book held flat under one palm and a small conjured light floating just above his shoulder like a very dedicated personal lamp. He was still fully dressed — dark sweater, dark trousers, looking like he'd stepped out of a gothic novel and found the décor insufficiently dramatic. When I walked in, he closed the book faster than someone who'd been caught reading something they shouldn't. "Can't sleep," I said. It wasn't a question. "I don't sleep much," he said. His voice was low and even, the kind of voice that belonged in a library or a funeral home — not unkindly, just precise. "Vampire thing."

"Yeah. Pick a book." Theo chose the new one. Climbed onto the couch. Alexander sat on the other end. Elena in the middle. She read aloud. Voice soft. Theo leaned against her. Then slowly slid over until his head was on Alexander's lap. Alexander froze. Looked at Elena. She didn't move him. Theo fell asleep halfway through the story. Breathing even. Wolf tucked under his arm. Elena closed the book. Quiet. Alexander looked down at Theo. Then at her. "This is more than I deserve."

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.