A Z Book Novels & Stories

I suggested in a mild tone. "What do you intend to tell him?" Zel growled. "That we lost a book that might lead us to a war" I was unsettled, I wasn't aware of the words that I was saying. "Oh explaining how you got the books and what purpose was the book to you and infact don't you ever bring that up as a suggestion" Zel stormed out of my room, she was pissed, which made me wonder how that book got to leave this room without me knowing about it.

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

] The gorgeous girl glanced back at him as they stopped stepping, and replied, "Kingdom Saobar is known as the most complete collection of books kingdom since we have all the types of books," Zaykee nodded as he answered, "Ohh," "Then, what is the most famous book you have?" He added. "The Sacred Book of Truths," She answered as she stares at the road to he surroundings. "Ohh, what is that book?" Zaykee acted as if this is the first time he heard of it.

The baby was me. The picture was probably taken before my mother abandoned me. There were books too, small spell books, bound with leather, their pages lined with markings I didn’t quite understand. A larger book sat beneath them. It looked way heavier and then, a folded note. My hands shook as I reached for it. The paper was soft from age, but when I opened it, the words were still clear and readable. “My Zora,

I let this happen. I moved my back towards the window and walked over to an old wooden desk in the large healing room. Aunt Belle had left a book there, something which she said would assist me in making some sense of all of everything going on. The title, larger than the rest of the text, read: “The History of Supernatural Covens.” I had not for a moment agreed to read the book because anticipation was scary especially when it came to witches and curses from ancient days. Yet if I had to do this to save Zoey it was about time that I came face to face with my fears.

At me. “Just say what you want to say, Zeph. The floor is yours,” I demanded. “That’s enough,” Zarah spoke. “That’s why I already made a plan.” “Excuse me?” Amelia and I reacted and shared a look. “What do you mean, Zarah?” she asked. “I’m the book. Since they wanted the book back, then I’m turning myself—” “No fucking way, Zarah!” Her eyes glowed. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve heard in a while.”

Soon enough, I heard the familiar soft footsteps. "Hey, Cole," Zye whispered, appearing from behind a bougainvillea bush, her hair a tangled mess of curls. She held a magnifying glass to her eye, squinting at a tiny beetle crawling on a leaf. "Hey, Zye," I replied, a small smile touching my lips. It was a comfort, her quiet presence. A small anchor in the storm that was my life. "What are you reading today?" she asked, her voice hushed. "I am reading a book about mummies and pyramids," I said, holding up the book so she could see.

I turn to him, hoping he would burst out laughing at any second, and tell me it’s the biggest and most elaborate joke ever conceived. “It’s true. All of it.” Zaine’s face is as grey as the wolf who glistens in his eyes. “I have the book. My father found it decades ago and has told me stories of The Seven ever since I was a boy. I didn’t know they were true until recently. One night I was unable to sleep, so I went to my father’s library and a sudden clarity overtook me. I walked straight over to his desk. When I leaned over it and felt along the engraving my finger seemed to sink into the wood. There was a button I hadn’t noticed before. When I pushed it, there was a heavy thud at my feet an

He pushed it open. Zayla stepped inside—and stopped. A library spread out before her. Wide. Endless. Shelves rose high, packed tight with books. The air smelled old and calm, like secrets had been sitting there for years. He walked ahead and stopped at one shelf. Zayla drifted away, eyes moving fast, fingers brushing book spines as she wandered. A dull thud broke the silence. She turned. He had set a massive book on the desk. “This,” he said, “is the main spell book.”

I needed the distraction. “Found it!” Zain’s voice echoed in the small space and I thanked the goddess. Sometimes life just has a way of working things out for you. Zain turned towards me with a book that had to have the width the size of my head. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn’t some new diary. As though Zain could read my mind, he held the book up showing the front page. Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding.