Alter Book Novels & Stories

They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.

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There is an invisible wall which is acting like a barrier between us and Darius. Power is vibrating around him like the sun emits sun rays. The books are absorbing his power like that is their food. Slowly each book starts to shimmer. Then each one of them starts to glow from inside. Then the weirdest stuff happens. All the books open up and the spells inside them come to life. They move in the air like a wave. One by one the spells start to leave the library and come straight towards us. We duck and they bypass us and move outside the house.

How will she ever find the spell she needs in this abundance of books? “Similarly to how I can read your minds, these books can read mine. The book I seek shall come to me.” She closes her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. A book slowly rises, floating towards us. It gently falls into her hands, before opening itself and flipping to a specific page. Wow. ”Alright, this looks fairly simple.” She closes the book and turns to us. “Converterent Alica, averta pars amantes” ... ”Did it work?” Nope.

Black magic, necromancy, and other arts that did not enter a white coven. Alma closes another book and grabs another one from the pile, but sets it down again. She gets up and goes to one of the shelves. She runs her fragile finger over the thick spines, going through all the titles and stopping at one. She takes it out go back to the table, where she sits and reads. Maribela watched her. Alma was young but very intuitive, and something told her that the girl's intuition told her that the answer was not on the table. Maribela turns her eyes to the book she was reading and decides to close it. Take another one and start the consultation.

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The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

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Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

Empty. Good. No whispers. Just rows of books that smelled faintly of dust and old leather. I drifted between shelves, trailing my fingers along worn spines. “Herbs of the Southern Marsh,” “Defense Spells of the Fifth Era,” “Principles of Alchemy.” My guards hovered like anxious statues. And then— I stopped. My hand froze on a spine I hadn’t seen in years. The leather was scuffed, the gold lettering half-burnt, but my heart recognized it before my mind did.