3rd Empyrean Book Novels & Stories

Cela said. "I'll take note of that for next time. By the way, what is it about?" Hyun asked. "Oh, actually I have a favor to ask from you," she said. "What is it? Is it something related to the third book?" he asked excitedly. "What's with the third book? Did Ivy go through about it already even without me?" she asked. "Oh no, Ms. Cela. It's not like that. However, she told us to be ready for anything that you might need that is connected to the preparation of the third book," Hyun explained.

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

“So what does this mean? And where are the other two books? Also can you tell me what this book is and what it does?” “I don't really know the entire story behind this book but from the vague description I received from the previous high priestess, the book is said to hold the power to collapse the foundation of every teaching we taught you. But not only that, if all books are opened, they will also remove the gateway between this realm and the other and that would allow the other entities to manifest, so I ask of you, collect the books. Last time, one was recorded to be in Egypt within the tomb of Ozymandus the second.”

The beautiful book caught Carol's attention and she got drenched in its secrets and couldn't help but ask the empress . "My lady, it looks like this book doesn't belong to human world. " Listening to Carol's words, the Empress just smiled a little and felt somehow relieved of her decision of keeping Carol as her trustworthy maid back then because she can really sense everything and most of the times her calculations about the situation are way too great that left the old lady in awe too. "Yes, its a heavenly book. It was bestowed to The Grand Emperor by holy spirits when EMERALD was born 550years back. But after his demise, it was passed on to me. "

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Slowly, Damian opened the journal. The first pages contained ordinary entries. Business meetings. Travel schedules. Personal notes. Nothing remarkable. Then the tone changed. Abruptly. Dangerously. The handwriting grew rushed. Uneven. Desperate. As though Charles had been writing under pressure. Under fear. Seraphina's heart pounded as Damian turned page after page. Then he stopped. Both stared at the same sentence. Written in dark ink across an entire page. They found Marcus. The room fell silent. Marcus Holloway again.

Tanin comments. I push the heavy asshole off my lap, forcing him to sit in the chair next to Emery. Emery rolls her eyes as the door dings again. I hear a squeal, causing me to see Emery pick up and sit down on Mathius’s lap. Color me surprised he showed up along with the dipshit triplets. “This was suspossed to be a girls day out.” Emmy hisses. “Well they are pretty enough to be girls.” I snark.

Hank tries a symbol, but nothing happens. “Be careful,” Damon warns. “There could be a limit to how many mistakes we can make.” “Or some kind of punishment,” Elena says. That possibility is enough to push me close to the edge of panic. Taking a deep breath, I step back, trying to get a wider view of the surface. And then I see it. Like a sudden flash of knowledge, it hits me. "It's threes," I say, pointing. "Three symbols light up at a time."

I said to Lunaya, “Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess. Where the moon is three, two will come. Once the seal is made, destiny is done. With one comes death, pain and destruction. The other comes life, love and devotion. Peril will end and the wolf will thrive. But for peace to reign, only one can survive” she recited loudly for everyone to hear.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can