Beyond Words Book Novels & Stories

" Another vision flickered at the edges of my consciousness, but this one was different – not a memory from the past, but a glimpse of something happening right now. I SAW FIGURES IN DARK ROBES GATHERED AROUND A MASSIVE STONE ALTAR, THEIR CHANTING CREATING RIPPLES IN THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY. AT THE CENTER OF THE ALTAR LAY AN ANCIENT BOOK BOUND IN WHAT LOOKED LIKE STARLIGHT AND SHADOW, IT'S PAGES FLUTTERING OPEN WITHOUT ANY WIND TO MOVE THEM. "THE HEIR stirs," ONE OF THE FIGURES SAID. "THE AWAKENING HAS BEGUN." "AND THE CONVERGENCE DRAWS NEAR," ANOTHER ADDED. "SOON, WE WILL HAVE WHAT WE NEED TO REMAKE THE WORLD IN OUR IMAGE."

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

Those quiet minutes after he falls asleep are precious, a pocket of stillness where the world doesn’t demand anything of me. It’s then that I open my laptop. The book started as nothing more than a coping mechanism. A way to bleed out thoughts too heavy to carry in silence. A way to place the ache somewhere outside my body so I wouldn’t drown in it. At first, I thought it would be a handful of pages, fragments, confessions I would never say aloud. But the words had a way of unraveling, of multiplying. Soon, pages turned into chapters. Chapters turned into a story.

Darkness faded. Color returned. A face emerged. Clear now. Gentle features. Silver-streaked hair. Kind eyes filled with tears. The featureless outline disappeared forever. The final feather landed over the Shadow's heart. The child smiled. "Now..." They whispered. "...listen." The world inhaled. From somewhere beyond the hills... Beyond the city... Beyond the endless garden... Beyond even the Tree Beyond All Stories... A voice spoke. Not loud. Not commanding. Simply loving. It spoke one word.

Opening it, he reveals pages covered in script that seems to writhe and change as I look at it. "This is the Codex of Becoming," Vex says. "It speaks of the Convergence. But the text is... difficult. It was written in the Mother's own language, and translation is imperfect at best." I lean closer, and as I focus on the words, they begin to make sense. My dreamweaving translates them instinctively, pulling meaning from the chaos.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

I reached for the recent book I was reading, a book titled Tales beyond the five Kingdoms. I had picked out this book when I first heard father and mother would be traveling beyond the five Kingdom. I had wanted to get some insight about the land beyond the Five Kingdoms, but the book was filled with nothing more than the scary tales sailors would tell the villagers when they pass through the kingdom. I had hoped a book about beyond the five Kingdoms would settle my mind and assure me that my father and mother would be safe on their journey. But the book is filled with shadowy creatures and monsters that feed on humans and animals alike.

Hours passed, and the weight of the task grew heavier. "I found something," Elena said suddenly, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. She placed it on the table, dust flying up as she opened it to a page with strange symbols and faded writing. "It’s talking about an ancient force—something older than the werewolves, older than any magic we know." Lucas leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he read the text. "The Darkness Beyond... It says it’s a force that can consume entire worlds if it’s awakened."

Amber said before she could complete what she was saying. “That’s right,” Hazel didn’t deny it and she went ahead to say, “Aiden came to see me with this book. It is the book of prophecy.” Amber looked down on the book and leaned forward before opening the pages but all she saw was blankness. Raising her eyes up to look at Hazel, she asked with a frown, “Why doesn’t it have any words? Or is it that I can’t read it because I am mortal?” “Anyone can read it,” Hazel replied, “but the words disappeared immediately after the last war.”

I wanted to be enraged but I didn't understand how to feel about a book laughing at me. After what seemed like forever, the book stopped and laid back on the table. "'What is the secret word?"' the book said, with traces of laughter in its voice. I didn't have time for the book's games. I had less than 30 hours to train and prepare myself for the challenge. The book wasn't helping matters. I said the next thing that came to my mind. "Alizon. The gem of Alizon." The book kept quiet then flipped its pages open. It stopped at one and words began to appear on them. Once that was done, a mist of glow came out from the book.