Theon Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

Those losses hit us all really hard. Even with all that loss, we’ve gained a lot as well. Thanks to Aurora, the hunters are basically extinct. A special team of Were-hunters has been created to track down and stop the remaining hunter clans. All headed by my newly revealed cousin, the head of the Meļņasirds. Doyle is definitely not who we thought he was. He and the other Meļņasirds have shone a whole new light on the dangers of gossip. Oh, how the truth can be twisted and turned into that of a pretty fairytale. Or in his case, a nightmare. All these years, Doyle had been fighting to find and protect half breeds, and to help them realise their greatest capabilities. They aren’t all monsters l

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

Gideon replied. Without paying any more attention to Chase, Attwell, the Pope, or Yohan, he dashed straight into the cave. The Pope yelled in frustration, "Damn it! Take care of Chase first!" "I told you this kid can't be trusted." Yohan fumed, furious. Nevertheless, they had no choice but to concentrate all their efforts on Chase and Attwell. Meanwhile, the S-class dragon vein was locked in an intense battle with Oklarth. Inside the cave, Gideon found the Eartharch Book, which emitted a subtle, soul-piercing glow. Yet, its surface was devoid of words or symbols. It resembled a book of blank celestial scriptures.

Gwen nods, placing the book on the ground, and backing away. My mouth tastes bitter and I swallow down tears. Doing this means I'll never be able to rescue Jacques. The grimoire is what I used to bring Ben and Kiarr over to my world and it's the only thing I know that will give me a chance to bring Jacques back after what happened in the leyline. I kneel in front of the book, my soul breaking into a thousand jagged pieces that pierce my heart. Wounds that I know no spell and no amount of time will ever heal.

The entire world appeared to be frozen at this precise moment. Tyr’s thoughts were drawn once more into the chaotic world. Inside that chaotic world, Tyr was suspended in the air like the God that created this world. There were two books suspended above Tyr’s head. One of them was golden in color. It was the Song of the Empire that helped Tyr refine his tyrannical vitality energy. The other book was in blood red, and it was the Souleater Grimoire.

Eden stepped forward, his lean frame casting a long shadow as he approached the pedestal upon which the book rested. "Mother," he whispered, his voice barely louder than the rustle of pages as he flipped through the weathered text. His green eyes, luminous and wide with revelation, met mine. "These are the prophecies of the Moonweavers." The weight of history settled upon his young shoulders, and I could see the gears turning behind those earnest eyes, piecing together the fragments of our past and the ominous portents of our future. Before I could speak, a shiver ran down my spine-a primal warning that slithered across my skin like a serpent's cold embrace. Thorne's hand shot up, and we fro

He lowered his hand over the other hole and let his blood drip into it. All was deathly silent and soon we could hear stones breaking behind us. We all turned to look behind us and the stones behind us gave away and soon the cavern was filled again with a blue light. Could it be? Grey walked up to the crumbling wall and pulled the debris away. I saw his eyes light up in joy. "This is it." He brought out a book and the light from it was almost blinding and then it slowly died away. "This is the codex." My eyes were bright and I felt like crying. I was so happy and so was Grey. I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it.

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.

“No. Allow me to handle this. Just because I am no longer physically present here does not mean I wish to be excommunicated. Any way that my assistance can be of use, it would be my pleasure to help.” I grabbed the envelope from him skimming through the details turning to the next page. “That would be wonderful, actually. So as you will read, there has been a large gathering of rogue wolves all along the eastern seaboard running from the northeast to the south. Rogues? This cannot be a coincidence…

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”