You Were The First Book Novels & Stories

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotat

“Before you accept me as your Alpha, you need to be aware of who I am and what I have done.” Their attention was fully on me now, the silence in the room palpable as they waited for my words to unravel the mystery I carried. "I was born in a house where I was never allowed to venture outside my door, not for the first thirteen years of my life. I'd always known that I was different, but I hadn't known the full extent of it until later." I continued, my gaze locking with theirs. "Everything changed the night I decided to leave the comfort of my house…and taken captive by my own Alpha…Rafael.."

Hello guys, CodeyVanilla here. It's nice being here with y'all. I want to thank each and everyone of you, for being a part of this journey with me. You guys made a dream come true. How I started this story is actually really surprising, I'm no professional and this is my actual first book. I know it's a bit weird when you first start but I promise you it gets better as you continue. I apologize for the grammatical typos and errors, I'll edit as time goes on.

⸻ Yet one title remained visible. MEMORY ZERO ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ 🌙 The First Mystery Returns The moment the title appeared… Ilyaan froze. ❤️ ⸻ Because Memory Zero had started everything. ⸻ The first mystery. ⸻ The first question. ⸻ The first crack in certainty. ⸻ The first impossible thing. ⸻ And somehow… It had survived. ⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened.

She finishes the fourth book in March. Not March of the sixty-sixth year — March of the sixty-seventh. Two years and one month from the first entry. One hundred and four entries, shaped into four movements, the final movement written in the last six weeks, with the quality of something that has been building for a very long time and is now simply arriving. The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

I used a small bit of magic to summon one of my books, my mates hissing at me as it caused my Heat to flare and I groaned, grabbing my stomach as it crackled painfully. Xavier's eyes flashed with anger, "Tiny." I leaned against Theo, settling my breathing and opened the book. "It was in my altar room. You know you can't go in there." Gabriel cleared his throat. "Ouch, darling. I'm right here." I gave him a scowl. "Shut up." He smirked but let me read for a few moments. "What is that book?" Xavier asked, ducking to try and see the nameless cover.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.