Tricksters Book Novels & Stories

Tsking in annoyance, Jace, slammed the book shut. This was the hundredth book in his care. "I can't find any!" He cried out afterward, but not before frustratingly putting the book down. This sudden and almost forceful action made the cloud of dust rise from the surrounding floor. "I can't believe no one has thought about at least jotting down a few pointers or deliberately writing the trick of how to get past those set of uselessly huge boulders that threatens to turn anyone that crosses it into human meat paste."

I let them guide me, a current beneath thought. A narrow alcove waits at the back, hidden behind a leaning pillar. The air here tastes more still, more dangerous. One book sits alone on a blackwood lectern. No title on the cover. Only a sigil burned deep into the leather—a spiral of thorns encircling a single eye. The moment my palm touches it, the wards flare, tasting my bloodline. Fae. Trickster. The sigil loosens with a hiss, and the book falls open of its own will.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

His overthinking brain kicked into high gear, and Jester did a few quick tests to see if there was anything suspicious about the third spell. “That’s odd,” said Jester aloud. He realized the others were looking inquiringly at him. To them, the glowing letters that appeared on the surface of the book would have seemed like gibberish. Jester had to explain the nature of the three enchantments he had found on the diary and what he had been trying to find out. “But the third spell comes out clean. I mean, it seemed out of place for me, but I’ve verified that the enchantments in this book were done by the same person. There aren’t any traps that I could find. It’s just odd that it was…okay.” Alis

“I’m looking for a book. One that notes the names of all the pack members who are banished.” For a moment she hesitated at the door, her silver eyes looking blank and puzzled. She opened her mouth, then closed it without asking. Why would she? On either side, once we’d had our blowup, then trust was already wearing thin. Not at all; she merely turned and walked, to a shelf near by, her fingers brushing the backs with indifference. She took a small book, wrapped in cracked black leather, the pages frayed with age but not misuse. Without a sound, she crossed back and passed it to me, our fingers brushing just momentarily — but long enough for a jolt to shoot through me.

" What? Only?" "Ohh look the deer is back and it's got a friend." I quickly turned my focus to it. Stealthy I transformed and quickly followed at the track of the deer. Alpha Storm followed my lead. But when I was almost close enough it noticed me , then it ran as fast as it could.

His voice echoed, and sounded scary as he made big strides towards me. “I had to… I need to wake up in my world. I can’t just leave like that.” I replied, at the top of my voice. “That’s none of my concern. I have no wish to give you my blood. If you want to take it, come try. I guess you’re going to regret having to try this, because you might end up dying here.” The trickster said as he dashed towards me.

"I'd rather be left alone." "Oh—" He stepped back. There was something about the dark glint sitting in his dubious eyes. The shine made him feel like a threat. My stomach tightened. "My bad. Carry on," he continued as he gestured to my drink with his hand. I didn't turn back as he left. The fifth drink which I had just ordered before the stranger came was lifted. I was already halfway through the liquid when I realized that it had a weird taste. I set the glass down hard.

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.