Novel & Cerita Ascendance Of A Bookworm

The moment Violet’s words sank in, I pushed away from the desk and strode out of the office, ignoring both Octavia’s and Violet’s questions that followed me into the hall. The library was quiet as I entered and headed to where the Phoenix journals were kept. Our very first Alpha was called to rise and fight against demons. I had scoured his journals regarding it when Violet had first informed us about King Lezdeus’ involvement in what was to come. I used my thumbprint to unlock the cabinet where they were kept, pulling out the one that I needed. The leather cover was worn with an image of the wolf on it. I carefully flipped through the delicate pages until I found what I was looking for.

The creature reveled in these tormented memories, feeding upon them—growing stronger with each recollection. Sinking to her knees, Autumn felt the Book of her ancestors flare against her chest, pulsating with primal energy. The coin—Luma’s coin—seared into her palm, merging painfully with her skin. A glowing sigil materialized around her, encircled by radiant white fire that flickered with ethereal vitality. Then, she rose, not by intention, but by the inexorable pull of instinct. The Book opened in midair, its pages turning as if caught in a mystical storm. From her lips emerged a voice that was not her own:

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

But I forced it down. I didn’t come this far to retreat.Swallowing my disgust, I stepped forward. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the ground itself resisted my presence. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached into my satchel and pulled out the book. It was inheritance of the previous Head Priestess. My hands tightened around it. I hadn’t mastered a single page. Flipping it open, I scanned the pages quickly, the ancient wolf script twisting across the parchment in intricate patterns. My eyes darted from line to line until something caught my attention

Maybe being the talk of the academy had a tiny good side after all. Even if the bad side overshadowed it, having someone openly declare their support felt genuinely nice.She walked to her next class with a small, happy smile. The smile vanished when she returned home after her final lecture and dropped onto the bed to begin reading one of the books Adrian had left her. The title was simply Mages. Her curiosity was certainly piqued—she was desperate to learn everything about her genus. She couldn’t get past the first ten pages, though. It was a dense history of the first mages, the ancient political blah-blah-blah, and before long, her eyelids were fighting a losing battle.

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.