Ascendance Of A Bookworm Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"Look, it's okay to admit you're not okay. This school messes with everyone. You're not alone, and you're certainly not being judged." Ignoring her comforting words, I march past her towards my closet. In haste, I rummage through my clothes until my hand clasps around 'it'—the red book I'd stolen from Artemis's room during my first awakening. "Here," I say, tossing the book her way. Her wolf-like reflexes snap into action, catching the book effortlessly. She studies its intricate design, her fingers tracing the worn leather before she opens it and flips through its ancient pages. "What's this?"

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.

I teased, producing another handful of treats to appease its hunger. I turned away from the mouse, settling into the comforting solitude of my room, the anticipation fluttering in my chest, I carefully unfolded the weathered parchment, the faint scent of earth and ink wafting up to greet me. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the elegant script that adorned the page, each word etched with a sense of urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. Whoever wrote this could write really well. It was almost certainly no lowly maid.

Each flutter of paper carried the weight of centuries-old knowledge, as if the very essence of the curse lingered within the inked imprints. Page after page slipped through her fingers, time standing still in the midst of our shared quest for answers. The rustle of parchment echoed like a whisper in the dimly lit space, punctuating the silence that enveloped us. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, Lucy's searching eyes found the middle of the book, the coveted chapter that held the potential to unveil the secrets I so desperately sought.

Al quipped and disappeared with a gust of wind. #to be continued in Chapter 6.5 - Human World

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.

The Headmistress introduces herself to us, whilst other teachers were trying to keep the girls back. Making an excuse, I ask where the toilets were and disappear in the direction the headmistress points which happens to be the same direction as the alluring smell. Walking straight past the toilets and following my nose, I enter the library, an odd place to find someone when it was lunch time and when everyone else was outside practically drooling over me. Opening the door and stepping in the large library, the smell grew stronger, my mate was definitely nearby. Books filled the room, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, so my mate is a bookworm, I can live with that.

After reading much inside the book , it seemed very basic to me , pretty normal introduction, many not important, ancestors and I am pretty sure I am wasting my time , my strength and my senses here. I can smell now nothing at all other than dust , and the book ,it is so heavy. My arms are going numb soon , I flipped so many big pages like a wall after a wall , it is all a dead end to me. He is nowhere to be found. Suddenly , What I Wanted came in front of me when I had just decided to close the book... "KALIM CONAL KWEINT " It's him , it tells the story of him even before birth. weird it never happened.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

MARK No. 1 Blackmouth avenue. That was the address in the book. The only writing in it we could make sense of . I drove in silence as Jane continued to scan through the little black book. She claimed to not have understood the writings but she kept scanning every page in the book very carefully. The only thing she could deduce was that it was an Ascension ritual, Forbidden magic that hasn’t been performed for centuries. If she had known Whatever that meant or anything else, she kept it to herself.