Books with author Emily Barr

Almost one hundred years ago, the final three Ketone, the wolf, the fox and the Phoenix, took battle against the Spirit Teller, a witch that received the Ketone Blade when she traded her unborn child for immortality. It is also said the boy holding the Nine-tailed fox within him was the Spirit Teller's son. The legend goes that the boy with the fox killed her but then went mad after using the Ketone Blade for the fight. However, the girl he loved took away that madness and saved him. She was said to have hidden the spirit of the Six-tailed wolf within her. The Two-tailed Phoenix was said to have bonded with a young man with red hair. This boy fell in love with the Ketona of Light, the only Ketona who was not against the Ketone.

"Lutalo, Nate and a blind Pluto were battling my grandfather, who held the Ketone Blade in his hands. My grandfather used me to open a Door to the Underworld. But Lutalo stopped him and destroyed the Ketone Blade with a sword that was given to me by one of the original Nine Ketone, the Six-tailed wolf, Rachel Fern, my great-great grandmother. After my grandfather died, Lutalo used himself to draw the circle needed to close the Door. I told him the Door would close instantly before he could get through again. He understood that, but went through anyway. It shattered my heart to see it disappear.

Set in two worlds. One world is a world you know today, full of tehcnology, separated into seven different continents. The other world is much less modern, a world of Spirit, Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and the Centre, a world of witchcraft and magic. A Tailed Beast, Witches and Humans. The tailed beast known as the Ketone was a ten tailed monster, created by witchcraft and magic. The ten tails held the power of nine other animals and combined made a perfect weapon until the sealing spell of the witches was discovered and made humans immortal.

Almost one hundred years ago, the final three Ketone, the wolf, the fox and the Phoenix, took battle against the Spirit Teller, a witch that received the Ketone Blade when she traded her unborn child for immortality. It is also said the boy holding the Nine-tailed fox within him was the Spirit Teller's son. The legend goes that the boy with the fox killed her but then went mad after using the Ketone Blade for the fight. However, the girl he loved took away that madness and saved him. She was said to have hidden the spirit of the Six-tailed wolf within her. The Two-tailed Phoenix was said to have bonded with a young man with red hair. This boy fell in love with the Ketona of Light, the only Ketona who was not against the Ketone.

Lutalo, Nate and a blind Pluto were battling my grandfather, who held the Ketone Blade in his hands. My grandfather used me to open a Door to the Underworld. But Lutalo stopped him and destroyed the Ketone Blade with a sword that was given to me by one of the original Nine Ketone, the Six-tailed wolf, Rachel Fern, my great-great grandmother. After my grandfather died, Lutalo used himself to draw the circle needed to close the Door. I told him the Door would close instantly before he could get through again. He understood that, but went through anyway. It shattered my heart to see it disappear. This is a true story of a dog and family, taking it through good times and bad times taken from the Diary of the Author and his memories of a special dog that he loved. A dog that suffered greatly, thinking she had been left behind in a place she didn't know, while the family suffered with the fear that they would never find the dog they had loved and cherished for so long. The Author, Lynn Ritthaler can only write about the things that he has lived through and is sentimental to him. He is also the Author of a true story titled THRICE SHE DIED" that he was a part of.

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