Book Arc Novels & Stories

Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment. “Because we don’t read, Khaisha,” Baron mutters, not looking up from the map he’s still studying. “The elders read,” Jareth says quietly. He sounds far away. “But none of them ever mentioned any of this.” “Maybe it’s because most of the pages are gone and the covers look like junk,” Anya grumbles, slamming the book down. She picks another and opens it. “This one talks about the history of why the library was locked, which doesn’t feel like the truth, but it doesn’t say shit about who did it or how to unlock it! Just what the hell are they hiding in the other archive?”

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Leather-bound books with worn spines and faded gold lettering. I forgot my anger for a moment.I reached toward one.Then stopped.I didn't want to give Jaxson the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected me.The butler noticed.“Would you like me to take them away?”My hand moved before I could stop it.“No.”He stepped back.I carefully picked up the smallest book.The leather was cracked from age.The pages were yellowed, but the binding was still strong.

No one was at the front desk, so I walked on my own to the dusty archive section in the back. It looked untouched. The books were thick with dust, some torn and yellowed. But I found a small shelf labeled: "Local History – Blackwell County." I scanned the titles until my fingers stopped on a plain brown book with no author, just a faded red stamp: "Blood Pact and the Brides." I sat in a corner, switched on a small reading lamp, and flipped to the first page. Handwritten text. Jagged black ink, slanting to the right.

And I have received an invitation from one of the people I should be the wariest of… just how did I skip such a detail? I ordered the servants to go outside en guise of studying… of course, that’s not what I’ll be doing

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

A repository of truths the current pack leadership probably wanted to be buried. Auren. My son's name came through my mind as my fingers moved over the title of a thick, navy-bound book that was labeled, "Phenomena in Half-Blood Heirs." I knew that I had found something large. I did not even hesitate as I pulled it off the shelf, sending a cloud of dust that circulated in the air that made me sneeze. I opened the book to have a knowledge of what was inside. The script was ancient, the letters were formed in a way that made them so hard to read at first, but I adjusted my eyes.

My heart leaped with hope as I approached the section, quickly pulling out a few volumes. “Well, here goes nothing,” I murmured to myself, selecting a particularly dusty tome. The book was heavy and worn, its cover adorned with faded gold lettering. I wiped away the dust and carefully opened it, the pages crackling softly in the silence. The satisfying scent of aged paper filled my nostrils, evoking a sense of ancient wisdom and forgotten knowledge.

After returning from the beach yesterday, Addy relaxed on his small mattress while listening to a horror podcast. Because the next day he was off work, he stayed up late. However, he suddenly remembered the book given by Beatrix a long time ago. Addy immediately got up and took the book from his desk drawer. He again sat on the mattress with his hand opening the first sheet of the purple-eyed werewolf history book. “Archelius the bearer of good and bad in both hands.” Addy wrinkled his forehead and continued to read the book until it arrived at the middle of the book, where he thought the story of the Archelius family was so tragic.

- Crystal's POV - I pushed open the door to the study. As soon as I entered, the odor of books filled the room. Five large bookcases stuffed with books on philosophy, economics, military, and management. Every book looks old. I took down a few random books and saw handwritten annotations in each one. It seems Arthur could become the most famous Alpha by virtue of his hard work and erudition. Seeing so many books made my heart settle down a little. I've heard that the books one has read will melt into his bones, blood, and thoughts.