Romans & histoires Aria Of Sorrow Ancient Books

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

“Now. Before it's too late.” “Too late for what?” I helped steady her other side, and the moment my skin touched hers, power surged between us. Images flashed through my mind: *Darkness spreading like spilled ink across the sky* *Ancient seals cracking* *Reality itself warping and twisting* *A choice that would cost everything* I yanked my hand back, breathing hard. “What the hell was that?” “That,” Aria said grimly, “was just the beginning.” The pack library looked like a tornado had hit it. Ancient texts and scrolls covered every available surface, some stacked so high they threatened to topple. The scent of old paper and magic filled the air, mixing with the tension rolling off everyone p

Aria’s POV..... The ancient book was heavier than it looked. Bound in dark leather, etched with runes that glowed faintly when touched, it felt alive—like it was breathing beneath my palms. The pages smelled of old magic and forgotten bloodlines. As I carried it to my chambers, whispers tingled beneath my skin, like the spirits trapped inside recognized me. My mother followed quietly, little baby Aria in her arms. The others parted to let us through, heads bowed.

Even in the abandoned archive, he still felt it… their power. Aria stepped toward one of the shelves carefully. Her fingers brushed the edge of an ancient book and dust exploded into the air. The title had almost faded completely. “Bloodline Rituals of the First Crescent.” She read out loud. Her stomach tightened. “We need to find something that will help Kai learn about them. Search for any book, anything at all.” Ryan spoke, coming back to the present. More relics sat scattered nearby—small silver pendants shaped like moons, old ceremonial daggers, bowls stained dark at the bottom as if something had once dried inside them centuries ago.

- I can't believe Julius Caesar did this to his own priestess," Augustus knelt down beside Soraia who was already standing there as horrified as he was. - I was more than a priestess, but that didn't matter. Now listen to me," he asked, and they nodded. - Soraia, take the book," he said as he pointed his scrawny, trembling hand to the book that was still on the floor, and Soraia did so, "this book is the oldest of all. In it are all the ancient weapons that can assassinate any creature of darkness," those present widened their eyes. Creature killers? - wondered Sheila, who was also there. After all, she was 'experienced' not to say old and hadn't heard such things in a long time.

Power that worked without her attention meant influence she could not fully see. Later that day, an unexpected visitor arrived. Not an enemy. Not an ally. A scholar. He introduced himself simply and bowed deeply. “I have studied records older than your city,” he said. “And I believe you should read this.” He presented a weathered book bound in dark leather. The air around it felt heavy, old. Aria hesitated, then took it. The moment her fingers touched the cover, the presence stirred again. Stronger now. Closer. “What is this,” Luca asked.

“These are not decorations.” Ryan already understood that. They were records. History carved into stone. Aria moved toward the wall slowly, almost unconsciously. Her fingers hovered near one of the glowing carvings but stopped short of touching it. The figure in the flames had changed. It no longer looked human. Ryan felt tension coil through the bond. “Don’t touch anything,” he warned. Aria glanced back at him. “I wasn’t going to.” Even she sounded uncertain. The chamber gave another low tremor. Then the platform beneath the ring cracked open. All three of them stepped back instinctively as the black stone separated in a perfect circle. Cold air surged upward from below, carrying the scent

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

I finally found Aria in the last room, huddled in a corner, sobbing into her knees. “Aria.”