Xenos Books Novels & Stories

Cosima who'd just come from the study asked. Xenia thought she must have put away that old book that she saw her bestie reading. She knew such books spoke about the history of the werewolves and also some mysteries. She wasn't interested in them from the start as they were too boring. "My mom... she made me eat rubbish food." "What? But that's impossible!" Cosima exclaimed. In all the years she's known Emma Anderson, she'd never looked twice at a blemished ingredient! "None of the ingredients had spots," Xenia affirmed.

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

“Diabolos is amazing, isn’t he? He writes eloquently about what transpired in Joselito’s life.” He gave a nod. “Yeah. I’ve heard he’s going to create a book for Derrick as well. He’s already brainstorming a new title.” Adrastos just rolled his eyes. “Well, what’s new?” “Yeah, that’s right. Hahahaha Okay, I’ll leave first,” Xeros replied as he stepped onto the small sofa. He was about to leave Adrastos’ door when he heard him yell at him. “You should’ve left sooner!”

He felt that if he continued down this road of nothingness, he would be so bored that mushrooms would start growing on his body. “The son of the Xenos family from the Sky Dragon City is called Quil Xenos. He recently provoked me by trying to kidnap my wife and my mother-in-law. I killed Quil and his subordinates, but I don’t have time to deal with the Xenos family. I can only ask you to help me deal with the Xenos family!”

- I added after a moment. - Christina, how can you compare this freak of nature to human beings?- my mother yelled at me, getting up from her chair and letting both hands crash onto the table top with a bang, making me shiver slightly.- Humans are the natural inhabitants of the Earth, they took possession of it, they were made rulers of this place, with everything that lives on it. Vampires, on the other hand, are Satan's minions, same as demons, so just like them, they should burn in the depths of Hell.- she preached to me, then took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment.- I know that you are still young and naive, but you cannot approach everyone with such confidence. There are bein

“Wander?” “You notice things we don’t.” Xavier nodded in agreement. “I was about to say the same thing.” I laughed. “So basically… You two have a plan. And I get to walk around hoping something jumps out at me?” Silas grinned. “Pretty much.” They disappeared in opposite directions. Within seconds, the quiet rustle of turning pages filled the room. I wandered slowly between the towering shelves. Most of the titles meant absolutely nothing to me. Kingdoms Beyond the Eastern Sea. Treatise on Ancient Trade Routes. The Migration of Wyverns. Founding Charters of the Seven Courts. Interesting… Just probably not helpful.

But one caught my eye: a pink book, which looked completely out of place. It was tucked between two thick volumes, its cover wrinkled and faded at the edges. My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself reaching for the book. On the cover, was a cartoon illustration of a bear and a tiger. A children's book? Why did someone like Xeros have a book like this inside his study? I flipped it open, turning the pages absentmindedly as some words began to register in my mind with a vague sense of familiarity. As I turned another page, my fingers brushed against something thick… a folded piece of drawing paper folded in half and tucked carefully between two pages.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob. Then the door opened–on its own. Inside, it was dark. And Nova stood in the center, her white fur glowing like moonlight. Xenia didn’t scream. She couldn’t. The sight of her–so real, so solid–hit her like a punch to the chest. “Nova? What… what are you doing here?” Xenia whispered. Nova stepped forward, eyes glowing. “The real question is what are you doing here?” “I was with my mothe–”

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

It was the kind of thoughtful consideration that made him an excellent second-in-command—he knew when to be present and when to fade into the background. "Define bad," I muttered, scrubbing my hands over my face. "If you mean 'we're dealing with nightwalkers infiltrating multiple territories, refugee supernaturals organizing at a former terrorist base, and twenty alphas who think Xenois and I have lost our minds,' then yes. It's that bad." Rivers moved closer, his expression shifting from casual concern to tactical assessment. "What does Xenois want us to do?"