Berserk Book First Page Novels & Stories

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

"No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld" My eyes widened. "Then, is there something in it that can help with breaking the curse?" I asked. "I think so. But, there's only one way to find out" he said and opened the book. Boldly written on the first page were the words, 'THE UNDERWORLD'. Lorenzo flipped the pages until he got to the twentieth page. "I think it's somewhere around here" he said and began to trace the words at the bottom of the page, with his index finger.

After I realize he won't respond to me, I calm down and simply watch the sluggish, cadenced development, staying optimistic. At the point when he arrives at the 20th rub, he unexpectedly stops, and without seeing it, hands it to me. I take it, raising it to my look, and heave as the spine presently peruses The Prescience and the cover is enhanced with a solitary green emerald. Entranced, I open to the main page, yet it is vacant. The subsequent page is clear as well, and as I leaf through the remainder of the book, I find it is clear too. I hope to Felix, who grins purposely.

I would have to wait to dig deeper into those documents when Cam wasn't lurking behind me, possibly catching every flicker of emotion across my face. Turning to face him, I managed a controlled tone. "So... show me where to start." "Well, since you're so damn clueless about this world, I'd start with the basics," he replied as he tossed a book at me. I looked down at the book and almost laughed. It was titled "Werewolf 101." "So, Werewolves for Dummies... got it," I said with a chuckle.

I muttered, opening the first page. I needed to start working on myself so that I could erase all thoughts of Xavier’s sister from his memory. On the first page of the book was a table of content, showing all that was to be found in the book. I scrolled down from the introduction and jumped to “Casting your first spell.” I traced my finger on the dotted lines and found the page number. I opened the book and when I got to this page, I stopped. The name of the contact was boldly written in capital letters and it took the whole page. Opening to the next page, I found it’s content.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp

Find the path where wolves once danced, The key to freedom in your hands. I opened the first page carefully as bits of it were beginning to fall from being cold and old. The first page had a writing in italics with the name ‘Lilith.’

Getting up close to him, I whisper in his ear, "Do not forget you were the one who consented to this." I see a sudden pang of fear shoot through his eyes. I strip off my shirt, exposing my undergarments. Stepping back, I raise my dominant arm, resuming a fighting position. "Shall we begin?" Without farther words, the boy lets out a light yell, lunging at me. I lift my sword, blocking his attack without any effort at all. I push my sword against his, forcing him back until I get him off balance. Quickly, I take this opportunity to shift to his side and hit his back.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped