Wonderstruck Novel Novels & Stories

She had no choice but to do it. As the plane soared through the clouds, carrying her away to a new beginning, Via couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to start over, to carve out a new path for herself and her child. “Cassie, please tell me where Via is,” Collin pleaded. He had been trying to contact his sister a few hours after she left home but she never answered any of his calls.

As though the answer I sought was just beyond my reach. The lantern flickered, and I froze. A strange sensation crept over me, like the world was tilting beneath my feet. The room began to blur, the shadows lengthening and shifting. Then, without warning, the library vanished. I was somewhere else. The air was thick with heat and smoke. Newhaven lay before me, but it was a city I barely recognized. Fires raged unchecked, consuming the Human Quarters and the surrounding walls. Wolves and humans fought side by side in the streets below, their faces grim with determination, but their efforts seemed futile against the chaos.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

"No, I…I don't want to leave." His eyes widened. He placed his hands around my shoulders, his grasp tight, desperate. "GO BACK. NOW!" And then he pushed me. I screamed as I staggered back, tumbling and tumbling and tumbling through space, through time, through existence…. — I slammed down hard. My eyes snapped open, struggling for air, my lungs burning. Then I heard fair coices. "She’s alive…" "Quick, she is alive! Quickly come—!" They faded away and darkness closed in on me once more. My lids dropped low. My body was too drained, too battered. This time, when the darkness came, I did not catch sight of my family again.

What is just odd is that her security did not intercede as they used to do every time a stranger come close to her. "Timeless" she thoughtfully whispers while caressing the word. The stranger gave her a puzzle she doesn't know where to start solving it. What did she get herself into? Belmont City is huge, where will she start? ****tbc****

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

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

They had now reached an abandoned alley way, the Stranger made sure that they were alone, he then placed his right open palm on the red brick wall and Willy's eyes nearly popped out of his head in utter amazement! . . . . . A brilliantly lighted doorway made out of pure energy had appeared. The Stranger was about to enter it. Willy Goodwill wanted to turn around and run away fast, in fear! But the Stranger’s long arm snaked out the dazzling lighted doorway of energy and grabbed Willy, pulling him inside: The hand was amazingly strong. Once inside, the bright energy doorway just disappeared! Willy’s eyes now pulsated, adjusting to the bright room.

Willow hesitated before picking up the book and removed the strap from around it. "Be careful, love. The last time you opened a book, your consciousness disappeared for over a day." Dante warned her. "I'm sorry, what?" Amira questioned him. "I'll explain later." Willow informed her as she cautiously opened the cover and stopped instantly. Amira peeked onto the page she had opened to. Journal Ownership: Janice Crest "Do you think she'll have answers about Karmina in there?" Amira asked, but didn't receive a response. She peered at Willow's face and noticed her eyes had turned a glossy white color, "What happened?"