Tomes Novels & Stories

I asked as I looked around. Graves my Dad's Beta and Boris the Gamma were there along with Dolph, Nik, Theo and one of our trackers named Tom. "Tom just got back from following those girls today. He wants to tell us about it." Dolph replied and I furrowed my brow. "Why didn't he just link us?" I demanded and Tom sighed. "I can't. I've been trying for hours. I can't even shift right now" Tom answered and I looked at him in surprise.

Pointing at it, “No, this green dome-shaped around the book.” They looked puzzled. Shaking their heads. “No, we only see a book in front of you.” “Maybe you’re the only one who could see it since you touched it?”, Leah suggested. “Or maybe it’s another power of yours?”, she reckoned. I hummed, looking back at the book. I raised my hands and stared at them for a good few seconds before deciding to place them on the surface of the small green dome around the book. I probably look stupid in front of the two as they don’t see the green-dome shaped around the book. It may look like I’m hovering my hands above like I’m about to cast some sort of spell.

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

“...I spend nearly all my time here.” The room was wide, at least twenty feet across. Two silver stone desks ran the extent of the compartment. Each desk also wielded a manuscript, balms of various ointments, a rack full of small clay pots, and assorted hefty bowls of paraphernalia that Tommy couldn’t recognize. Regardless, what really caught his interest were the ledges insulating the embankments. All concurrently, they held dozens of old codexes, animal skin scrolls, each marred with a silver runes label. On the table, some of the fluids in the vials were shaded with rainbow color and some were murky, but most were clear. It was a veritable collection of magical concoctions.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

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And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

"Yeah, dust mites and paper cuts." No, it went deeper than that. The grimoire itself didn't just retell vampire lore and itemize things of magic, including creatures and other things; it was magic. Whether some long-ago spell caster imbued it, or the book itself soaked up residual power like a sponge, something about it was different. Special. Necessary to his methods. Leafing through its pages helped Thaddeus hone his intuition and often focus his jumbled thoughts. "Not everything needs to be high tech," he told his protŽgŽ, not for the first time. "Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?"

I quickly reached for my laptop, opened it, and searched everything about werewolves, alphas, and mates on G****e. Unfortunately, the search didn't provide a clear picture. However, I did understand that alphas are the leaders of their packs, the strongest and most respected. With a heavy heart, I keyed in another search query: "What is a mate in the Werewolf world?" My heart skipped a beat as an avalanche of revelations cascaded before me. The second article I clicked on nearly compelled a scream to escape my lips. "Mates are like soulmates. Each werewolf has a mate, chosen by the moon goddess, their god," I read aloud, my voice trembling. The implications hit me like a sledgehammer.