Tooth And Nail Book Novels & Stories

Aurora asked as she opened each page of the book. "If you were listening, you would know that the doctor said it was Redent Toxin Poison. We need to search for Redent Toxin Poison," Phoenix said. Aurora nodded her head quickly, scrolling through the pages. "Found it!" Aurora said as she flipped through the next page to find the cure. However, the page was blank, empty. Someone had torn the antidote for the poison out of the book. Someone was ahead of them.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

On the way to home, they stopped in Sweet Tooth for her today’s delight – she bought herself a Chocolate decadent cake, and gave him a bite. Later that night, they sat in front of the book Shalom gave them. Aurora was lying flat on her back, on his bed, and he was forced to read the damn book. It was thick, huge and it gave him headache as he read more and more about their guy – Ahriman or Théoden or whatever hell he was called.

I perched on the edge, ready to bolt. Killian opened a drawer. He pulled out a small silver object. A nail file. And a bottle of clear polish. He slid them across the desk toward me. "Fix them," he said. I blinked. I looked at the file. I looked at my left hand. My fingernails were jagged, broken from scrubbing, rimmed with dirt I couldn't get out. "You are ruining the aesthetic of my library," he said coldly. "I cannot have a creature with claws handling my books."

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“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

Instead he growled low in his chest and leaned forward, opening his mouth wider with that same hateful reluctance a proud man shows when he knows another man is right. “Then do it,” he snarled. “And be quick.” Up close, the tooth was almost disappointingly ordinary. More pointed than a human one, yes. Stronger at the root. But not some old myth made visible. That was always the joke of it. Evolution leaves relics, not theatre. I set my thumb and forefinger hard into the gum on either side and drove the nails in. Corvin roared instantly.

Why would anyone keep such things? As if in answer, a nearby shelf caught her attention. Titles etched in faded gold lined the spines of several books: The Alchemy of Venom. The Art of Extraction. Scorpion Toxins and Their Many Uses. She hesitated before settling on one—Venom as Cure: The Healing Properties of Toxins. Frowning, she pulled it free, running her fingertips over the worn cover. A book on healing? Here? In this place? The red glow behind her flickered, the shadows pooling just beyond her sightline.

“Please. If anyone hears...” My fingers spasmed. The silver points lengthened another fraction, neat and horrifying. They weren’t just white...they were bright, like new moonlight infused under the very surface of the nails. Memories slammed into me hard and fast and stole my breath, the book’s title from the previous night; Ro’s careful voice turning the simple facts into very real law; a wolf who can sever bonds or snap commands is an existential threat and the thought of the old men who’d rather burn a kingdom than share it.