Ascendance Of A Bookworm Novels & Stories

The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

Then she stepped inside and did not leave until the lamps began their evening shift. She moved along the lower shelves first, reading spines without touching, noting which sections carried the wear of regular consultation. The oldest texts were in languages she did not know, their scripts circular and elegant, but she could read the organisational logic of the sections even without understanding their content. She had always been a better reader than anyone expected of her — wolfless girls were not invited to social hours in Ravenglade, which meant she had spent her childhood in the pack's archive while others spent theirs in more comfortable rooms, and she had used the time well. She worked

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

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.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

This time, I was ready to become a studious person in order to get closer to Adrian, Adrian is a bookworm who has known diverse information from time immemorial up to this present day while I am clueless on any event that's going on. I went into the library as I was determined to know the history of the werewolf pack, entering into the library, I went to the history section in the library, the first thing that discouraged me was that the books there were so big and enormous. I pondered on how I was going to start reading the books, and it was not only one in which I was meant to read. I was meant to read close to three books, although I was discouraged I decided not to give up on my mission

Twilight – One Final Entry Alone again, Maera returned to the title page. She dipped her quill one last time and added a line beneath the name. "To be passed not from crown to heir… But from soul to soul." Then she closed the book. And for the first time in years— —slept. Outside the Scriptorium — That Night On the stone railing of the high balcony, a young girl climbed quietly, clutching a candle stub in her hand. She had overheard whispers of the book—how it held the real truth, not the polished version. She was too young to know everything, but old enough to want to.

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

D_Novel’s Book 3 will be released in the next few weeks, please check on my account incase i have already uploaded it, once released it will be uploaded daily (hopefully) so please give it a go, this book is only book 2 in a 10 book series so there is plenty more for you to read so please follow me, comment, leave a review and most of all enjoy! Much love from your friendly neighbourhood writer, J.D ;)

Anyway, I’m pretty many are not familiar with the concept I’m using in this story. First of all, The Ascension, previously titled ‘The Fate Changer’s Ascension’ and ‘Dear Mr. Fate Changer’ is my first book ever. I wrote it December of 2018. I was never trained in writing or have any whatsoever background on how to write a story. Lol, my major in college is Mathematics.