Wonder Novel Novels & Stories

So many questions, so many thoughts past through my mind as I sat alone in the dark, trying to decide whether or not to trust this creature. I searched my memory over and over again, but I was sure I had never seen him before. This was but a town in the middle of almost nowhere, a stranger appearing in a town like this would have stirred up quite the commotion among the town's gossipmongers. Another otherworldly traveller perhaps? No, that's much too close to my grandmother's tales of fairies and magic. He was no fairy! That man was a creature of the night. He moved in the shadows and like the devil, offered you everything you could ever desire!

From the inscriptions on the width of some of the books, they were history books, although some were written in some other foreign language. Picking out the blue book, I discovered it was a novel, like I had thought. It was titled 'Enchanted.' "Always loved fantasy novels..." I mumbled to myself, holding the book to my chest. I noticed though that the book's cover was stark, not like the usual books I read which usually had the pictures of a man or woman as its cover. But that didn't deter me. The name was interesting. My legs led me back to the board. A mystery to solve. I thought, biting my lips. I would have to tell Jeremy first. It would be nice to have some action and adventure here.

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

Inside Jake's room as a bright wave of white light could be seen from his window before dying out almost immediately and there it was, lying on top of his desk, next to his laptop. Mirantibus vivlío The book — the 'book of wonders'—if you may, as Jake had checked out that term on the day before Halloween. THE END

Vicariously, she’d experienced Anna’s thrill of excitement and couldn’t help but wish she was the woman in Gabe’s arms instead of her friend. Groaning, she rubbed the throb starting in her forehead. She wished she knew why she felt this way. It was so unlike her. Had living as a lady’s companion become so boring that she suddenly dreamed of improper things? What happened to the freedom she thought she’d have pretending to be a companion? For some reason, it wasn’t all she had wanted it to be. She pulled away from the tree and took slow steps away from her hiding area, taking great care to see if anyone was watching her. Once again, she was grateful that nobody had cared about the lady’s comp

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The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

She stepped inside slowly, afraid that the room might vanish if she moved too quickly, that it might have been only a trick of her imagination. The soft hush of the place wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than fear gnawing at her—she felt wonder. Her fingers brushed the spine of a book, fragile and rough beneath her touch. She had always hungered for knowledge, though life had denied her the luxury. Now, staring at shelves towering higher than she could reach, her chest tightened with a strange mixture of longing and disbelief. She didn’t notice at first that she wasn’t alone.

I'm not a robber or a thief, I have nothing to fear. I also let this problem, and consider it a normal thing that should be ignored. I started to open the laptop and write a new novel script. I just hope his new novel doesn't take me to his world anymore, like what happened in the past. I write the werewolf genre and about a girl with a fun adventure.