Aria Of Sorrow Ancient Books の小説・ストーリー

Soraya's Pov Mira walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out an old leather book that looked like it might fall apart if you touched it wrong. She brought it back to the table and opened it carefully, the pages were yellow and covered in handwriting that was so faded I could barely read it. "This book contains everything I know about blood seals" Mira said. "I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable."

The warmth of the aroma felt lonely, empty, and the silence around her pressed in, thick enough to taste. By eleven, the tea had cooled. 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, brushing over worn, faded spines, some crumbling at the edges like dry leaves. One in particular caught

The air smells of leather and parchment and secrets. "Overwhelming, isn't it?" Iris grins. "Let's start with the basics. Pack hierarchy, customs, that sort of thing." But as she leads me toward one section, something else catches my attention. In a shadowy corner, half-hidden behind a pillar, a shelf of ancient-looking books seems to glow in a shaft of morning light. My feet carry me toward them before I realize I'm moving. "Oh, the old histories?" Iris follows, curious. "Most people find those boring. They're from before the great pack wars, when things were... different."

“You’re learning faster than I expected.” Aria wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I told you I’m not the same girl anymore.” He looked at her for a long moment. The tension between them was a living thing, unspoken, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. “I know,” Kael said quietly. --- Later that day, the war library hummed with activity. Scrolls, grimoires, and ancient tomes were piled across the long tables. Maps of forgotten territories were pinned to the walls. The scent of parchment and wax filled the air.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

I said since I was already preparing to go. "Okay bye Baby, see you later" he said so lovely. "I love you" I said "I love you too" he responded and he end the call immediately. It was already ten in the morning when I finally arrived at the university, I go straight into my classroom and I see that our Professor is now starting with the lesson, I immediately go straight in the back door and make sure that he will not see me. But I was caught in the act since the book I had in my hands just fell out, and since I was wearing a skirt I was not able to run as fast as I could and now my Professor is standing beside me.

Kyra approached it carefully, feeling her heart race in excitement. "Perhaps this is the reason for the disruptions," she mentioned as she gingerly picked up the ancient book from the stand. "If we are able to decode what it says, we could potentially grasp the situation." Upon opening the book, a cold breeze blew through the shrine. The book was packed with mysterious writing and images of sinister ceremonies. Kyra’s eyes grew wider as she perused a section that appeared to detail a procedure for beckoning shadows—an procedure that had the potential to release a fresh surge of darkness.

The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe. He carefully set it on the table. “Come on beautiful,” Arion held out his hand to me. I held his hand as I walked to the book. Carefully, I opened the cover. Without warning, the pages began to flip themselves. I was surprised to realize I wasn’t scared. The pages stopped on what looked like a series of blank pages in the middle of the book. I stared at them, but I saw nothing. Arrow and Arion stood next to me. They gently began rubbing circles on my sore back. Suddenly, the pages began to show words. The words appeared to be glowing. Before long, all the pages that had

She turned to him, “How old are you?” “That’s what crosses your mind right now? My age?” Aria rolled her eyes and looked back at the symbols frowning. “It can’t be me. It must be another Absalom. Keep reading.” Aria knew it was not another Absalom. She’d read almost all the books in Morgan’s library and not once was an Absalom mentioned but she read just to please him.

He took a step back to appreciate and was attention caught by a rustling piece of paper that rested on figure 2 of 2019 of Nora's grave. It should be a piece from a ripped newspaper. He thought. Ace drew nearer to get rid of the intruder and was shocked at what he saw. Even though damp, he could still decipher the words inscribed in it. ...And I said yes, for I love him so much. It wasn't a newspaper piece, it was from someone's journal judging from the immaculate white piece stained with a calligraphed writing. Was that another sign? Ace focused his attention back to the gravestone and smiled. "You're here, with me. In the wind."