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Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

The thought of the white chasm swallowing me up was the only will I had not to give up running towards the red door – a safe place, or as I assumed it would be one when I open it. As I took a step – one step to reaching the red door, the black tiles broke and I fell into the white chasm. The fear that I had thought came flowing throughout my body as I fell within the reaches of the red door. I could only look at the red door with my hand reaching for it.Time seemed to slow down once again since I came here the second time I dropped the book in the library. I could see golden orbs floating around me, the red door getting farther away as I fell. I could only look at it helplessly as I fell.

Even the words felt wrong in my head, too old or too foreign or too large to settle easily. I touched the cover again, more deliberately this time, and the fact of it settled heavier in me. My mother had left me a book made from the hide of a creature I had never even heard of. Not a family ledger. Not a simple journal stitched in ordinary leather. Something crafted from a being that lived beyond the edges of what Vandwood called possible. The world was getting stranger too quickly.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

I sound so pathetic right now. Wondering around the house, I find myself in her office. Walking over to the bookcase, I look through the books she has and find one I've read quite a few time since I've been here but I always find myself going back to. Alice in wonderland. I don't know why I like it so much but i do. Sitting down at her desk I open the book and start to read. As I turn the page, I notice a folder that says Rogue.

Did she have ancestors from there several generations back that she just didn't know about? And most of all, what did any of it have to do with the very strange book she'd found, Legends of the Werewolf. The binding was ancient leather, now frayed in many places, and the lettering in gold. The other night when she finally opened it she expected to read about the history of werewolves and how that history came to be. Instead, to her shock, the stories were about shapeshifters, people who could change into the shape of a wolf. Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

We are walking uphill it seems. I don’t know how long we walk for, but Jesse’s hand is warm as he helps me climb certain ridges, holding me steady. At first, I think I must be tired when my ears start hearing a strange sound. It’s almost like white noise. However, as we push past the trees, I freeze in shock. A waterfall. We’re at the base of it, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never seen one before. “Am I imagining things?” Jesse laughs quietly. “No. You’ve not even seen the best part. Go closer.”