Black Book In Tel Mithryn Novels & Stories

a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

“The Black Book holds the oldest secrets of the royal bloodline. Spells that can bind an Alpha’s wolf forever. Records of every forbidden ritual. Names of those who broke the laws of the Goddess. It can end the Alphas… or remake them. As for where it is hidden… the royal vault is only the beginning. The true location shifts with the moon cycles. It calls to those marked by darkness. You will know when it wants to be found. But beware … the Book does not give power. It takes. It always takes.” I opened my mouth to ask more, desperate for anything that could help me, but Elowen leaned back into the shadows, silent once again. The itch in my hand returned with a vengeance. I scratched harder, b

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

The peaceful field suddenly changed and Aria saw blood, fire, dead wolves and burning territories. A massive shadow spreading across the north and at the center of it stood a familiar object. A black book. Its pages moving by themselves and it's presence radiating evil. Aria's eyes widened. "The Dark Grimoire..." The vision vanished immediately as the Moon Goddess looked back at her. "The future is never fixed." Then she smiled again. "But your journey has only begun." The world around Aria shattered into silver light. And suddenly— She was back in the arena before the Moon Stone and back before thousands of stunned wolves.

Far away, under the ruins of an ancient temple in another realm.... Alessia's fingers brushed across cold stone. The chamber she stood in was silent, untouched by time. Dust floated like ghostly snowflakes in the shafts of blue light streaming through cracks in the wall. Her lantern flickered, throwing trembling shadows on the runes carved into the walls. And there it was. "The Great Black Book". It rested upon a pedestal of bone-white marble, its cover carved with intertwining serpents and a single crimson gem pulsing faintly in the center.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

Only the sound of dripping water echoed through the temple. She glanced around. The walls were covered with runes ancient, jagged, almost alive. Some pulsed faintly when she looked at them too long. At the center of the room stood a black altar made of obsidian, carved in the shape of wings. Something about it made her chest tighten. Kael noticed her staring. "That altar once held the seal of the first Bloodbound." Her head snapped toward him. "You said those were legends." "They're not," he said. "This is where she died."

Should I start from before me or after my birth? I closed my eyes, letting the pulsing of the rune lead me, my fingers brushing on the dusty shelf as I moved. Suddenly the pulsing felt stronger than before as I stood in front of a shelf. Black Stone Coven. Robin had mentioned them. I grabbed the book, the weight almost crumbling in my hand. I didn't get to move far, I just settled by the shelf, opening the first page. It wasn’t what I needed, even when I didn’t know what I needed, that way I kept on reading hoping that I would find something, anything that would tell me more.

Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the first glimpses of Lyandra’s army appeared: massive Hollowborn giants, their bodies twisted by dark magic, skeletal forms reinforced with blackened iron, and soldiers bearing banners black as a moonless night. Malrik, his voice low and urgent, appeared at her side. “Raven,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically strained, “they’re larger than the scouts reported. We’re seeing the full might of the Black Dominion. You… need to prepare yourself.” Raven’s hands instinctively moved to her belly, feeling the soft but insistent flutter of the life within her. Her children heartbeats were rapid, almost thrumming in sync with the drums from the north. “I f

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”