Arcanum Books Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

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I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

Damon appeared behind them and Sachajir didn't managed to avoid his second attack. " No!!" Aries screamed to see Sachajir's neck goofed with his bloods. Aries quickly sprinkled his venom's fluid to Damon and he got him on his left face. It burned him but he quickly managed to heal himself. " You can't break what's been written on the book. It's Apollo who made it and I'll make it real!" Aries yelled at him and quickly took a little blood of Sachajir. He quickly crawled towards Thamer's direction and quickly pour the beast's blood to his mouth.

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

He places the stack on another empty table, and I approach, curious to see what he has brought. “Here you go, Miss Anara Valen. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here,” Zephyr points to a red book with gold lettering. “It’s about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here,” he points to another book with a green cover. “This one is about the old alphas of Nightveil Pack, and then the rest is up to you.” I give Zephyr a sincere and enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.

Aurora’s POV I wiped my hands after the entire process was done, and exited the bathroom, only to see Elder Miriam take out two books and hand them to me. “What;s this?” I asked, curious but at the same time afraid of the answer. “This one is on runes and spells, those enchantments that could either help or hinder you,” Elder Miriam pointed to the dark leather bound book. Then the smaller one. “This one is on herbs, study it. It will augment your expertise as a doctor, and trust me, you will need it. If you have any questions, I will answer them for you.”