Yonder Books Novels & Stories

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

At twenty-seven, I still got that little thrill whenever an antiquarian shipment landed on my doorstep — the promise of forgotten histories, dusty gods, and secrets no one else in this noisy city cared about. “Thank you,” I murmured, already turning away as the van pulled off. The return address was a small, obscure dealer in Rome I’d found through a private forum for classical enthusiasts. “De Rebus Divinis Obscuris” — On Obscure Divine Matters. I’d ordered it three weeks ago on a whim after reading a fragmented reference to a lost fertility deity in an academic paper. Gods and ancient civilizations were my private obsession, the one thing that still made my blood hum. My day job at the uni

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Isla The black envelope arrived on my doorstep at midnight, sealed with crimson wax imprinted by a symbol I did not recognize, a coiled serpent devouring its own tail. Inside, a single cardstock invitation, embossed in gold. “The Vault awaits. Your presence is required. Refusal is not an option.” No signature, no explanation. Just an address in the shadowed underbelly of the city, a warehouse district where the elite hid their dirtiest secrets.

Everything from the past—the memories, the ties—they vanished into smoke. After work, I passed by young people handing out flyers along the sidewalk. Each one shouted with all their might. One little kid held a flyer up to me, blinking his big eyes, full of hope. "Sir, this property near the subway is really good!" They weren't wearing school uniforms, trying hard to look older, afraid anyone would notice they were students. Just like Samantha and me all those years ago. "Thanks, I'll think about it." I took the flyer and kept walking. A call from home came through.

Chapter 5 Ezra “Where is he?!” I ask fuming with rage to the first individual I spot, the fear-struck Bronze Hunter points me in the direction of the library and I take off without a word of thanks. I reach the library and shove the double doors open with enough force to cause the solid oak to groan from the impact of hitting the wall. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I ask Ryker who is leisurely enjoying a drink while reading the inside of some blue binder. “Why the fuck is the name of that female on the raid application?!”

My apologies for the inconvenience, but I will accompany you to your order, which may or may not be in the same box as the one you're searching for. I followed him to a spot where there were a huge number of books, and I found them interesting. Despite the fact that the quality of the books differs from one to the next, each big box holds a single book. One in particular is outstanding, yet there is something about it that is on the point of bursting into flames. " There are some similarities between the other volumes, which are well organized and make it easy to find the information you need. Because I'm fatigued, it's tough for me to complete this sort of activity at this time.

How did they have books unavailable anywhere but reading apps, and why didn’t her website mention their print availability? “Find a book that caught your eye?” Aidan asked. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he’d snuck up on me to lean over the back of the sofa. I ignored him and looked at the copyright area. And there it was in black and white: Published by Phantomedia. Oh, Byron and I will have words when I go home for winter break. Did his company only do a limited run on publishing the books? Are they only in very select markets? How connected to Well Thumbed is he? Does Shannon know? I saw some of her Dawn Phoenix books on the shelves, too.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

It’s a long, natural wood counter with vines running through the entire front, all illuminated by a LED sign of the logo. Women are scattered about looking at items from clothing, to scented candles and bath products, to home decor, and made in Oklahoma turquoise jewelry. There are a few ladies in the corner arranged at tables that house the refreshment area sipping from dainty white teacups with green vines, others sipping mimosas from tall champagne glasses. “Thats her,” a tall blonde woman sitting with a shorter blonde woman whispers, and not under her breath. “The one from the scandal. I hear she’s already saying with Rhett.” They both smile “of course she is, where else would she land?”