Book 12 Aeneid Novels & Stories

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Aria approached, feeling the air hum around her. “Wait,” Lena warned. “This might be a warded archive.” But Aria was already reaching out. The moment her fingers touched the cover, a pulse of energy erupted from the book, knocking the others back but leaving Aria standing. The book opened on its own. Pages flipped rapidly, guided by unseen hands, until they settled on a passage written in the Ancient Tongue. But Aria didn’t hesitate—she could read it. “From one soul was cast two. One in the womb, one in the void. One to rule by love, the other by fire. Should their paths ever cross, the world shall tremble and choose.”

Lucian growled “Never heard of you” “You will” the man said “Because you’ve just stolen from us what we’ve waited ten thousand years to reclaim” Ewen raised a spell Soren braced for battle Lucian stepped in front of me again And I Opened the book Because I knew this was only the next beginning And this time I wouldn’t survive it without becoming something else entirely

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.

I had expected something else and not for it to be all that easy. “The book is right here” Augustus said and showed us the book. It looked ordinary and carried no presence to it. “Let me see it” I said and took the book from him. Immediately our hands touched the book a sudden light erupted from it, striking Augustus and me. I felt a searing pain tear my body into two and for a moment, I could watch my body lying weakly on the floor. Elana said some chants and closed the book. It took great force and the pain increased by the minute. Slowly, my eyes closed, and I was welcomed into the darkness.

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

Theoden, sensing her sudden stillness, stepped beside her. His blue eyes darkened. “What is it?” He asked, glancing at her. “It’s the same mark. The mark he had on his neck. Like…a scar.” Selene whispered. Selene carefully opened the book, her pulse hammering. The first page held no title. No author. Only a single sentence, carved into the parchment like a wound: “Twelve were chosen, but thirteen were made.” Theoden’s breath stilled. Selene flipped the page, scanning the faded script.

" Well, not everything was burned into ashes... There was a book that the fire couldn't burn. The book is protected by some sort of spells - we tried to reach for the help of witches, but none of them was able to figure how to open it, neither read it. The book is writing in Mycenaean Greek - the most ancient attested form of the Greek language, on the Greek mainland and Crete in Mycenaean Greece (16th to 12th centuries BC)." " Can I have a look at that book?" Asked Chris, and she nodded while looking for the book she was talking about. Somehow it feels wrong to gain someone's trust only to trick him, or kill him in our case. But seeing the thing those people have done to my kind, yet still

“The book will answer only to you. But beware—many have died trying to touch it. Even gods have burned.” Ava nodded. “Then let it burn.” Achi’s gaze flicked to the mark on her back, still glowing faintly beneath her shirt. “Where do we start?” The being’s hand extended, and from their palm, a glowing rune appeared—hovering midair, spinning slowly. A map. No, not a map—a path. It pulsed like a heartbeat, leading toward the mountains beyond the dark woods. “The Book of Aeon lies in the Temple of Ruin,” the being said. “Buried beneath time. Guarded by a creature older than gods, bound only to the vessel’s call.”

I read it aloud. Dante strolled over to the shelf and returned with a book with the same word as it's title. It was a more recent book. He flipped through the pages and stopped. "The Menae are fifty children of the moon goddess and the human king Endymion, the modern time say they represent the fifty months of the Olympiad cycle." he read aloud. "Let me see that," Axel took the book from Dante while Dante went to get another from the same shelf. We all started searching for books that describe the Menae.