Book Arc Novels & Stories

He breathed in, held it, and prepared to close the tome—a great book bound in spiralwood and veined with root-glass, the cover kissed by morning dew and lined with Elara’s sigil. But as his hand reached for the cover, he saw it: The final page—blank. Unmarked. Unclosed. Waiting. He frowned, not with anger but with the quiet curiosity of someone who has spent a lifetime listening for what comes next. Never, in all the centuries, had a book of the Archive refused to seal. Every other tome had ended as all tales end: with a final sentence, a pressed mark, a little sigh of ink and memory. But this one would not end.

The dim lights, congested setting surely made me envisage the reason for students to not enter the room. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop my curiosity to explore this cramped obscure arcade. Consumed in looking for a book, I didn’t even notice that it was almost time for the library to close. I saw so many weird books. I soon realized they we mostly all related to philosophy and others were our old school magazines and student write ups. Every book fascinated me, just like they always do. But none of them were the ones I wanted to read in that moment. I just stepped out the small room when I stumbled on a book. I picked it up and read the name 'The Girl He Used to Know' by Tracey Garvis Graves. I

I nodded my head sightly. "Hmm it seems you love to spend time with books..if you want..I suggest you to check archive no. 9 in the library it has all the best romantic works of all time.."He said squatting beside me. "Not really it just..I have no other jobs.."I shrugged my shoulders but he caught the gloom behind my smile. "Or my dear brother is not letting you step a foot outside his palace?"He teased me unaware of his demon of a brother who confined me in his golden cage.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

Half of the scroll had been burnt off, and only a piece of the first remained. Alchest began to translate and I fell back into the shady visions. There is something that was stolen is where the story chooses to begin. The Arc stole something from the Elven King. Something the King had hidden with great secrecy it seemed. My eyebrows drew together, and watched as the Arc escaped unnoticed passed my shadowy presence and I watched until the vision faded. In private he reveals the object. A book. I hold my breath when I feel the pull. My heart stops from within me.

I barely slept last night preparing for this day. "UGH!!!" In my frustration I accidentally knocked the book on my table and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Ace immediately ran and picked the book up. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. "Books are precious artifacts for learning and you just throw them away because I am keeping you company!?" He flared up in anger and he inspected how much damage I have caused on the book. In that moment, I realized that I am not so unlucky after all. PRINCE Ace is a bookworm.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

Marcus stood there, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the rug. "I remembered you mentioned the library back at your old pack house," Marcus said, his voice low and gravelly. "Julian said it was a waste of space, but I figured you might be bored out of your mind staring at the walls." I didn't answer. I couldn't find my tongue. It felt like a lead weight in my mouth. My gaze drifted to the pile. In the middle of the stack was a small, weathered volume bound in dark teal leather. The edges were frayed, and the spine was cracked. It looked like a book that had been loved, not just stored.

"Empathy causes friction. Friction causes heat. Heat causes the degradation of the Archive. By choosing to 'Feel,' you are burning the library to stay warm for a single night." Silas stepped up beside me, his hand finding mine. His touch was the only thing that felt real in this theater of gods. "The Archive was empty," Silas challenged, his eyes reflecting the blue nebula of the second Arbiter. "You were preserving ghosts. Elara didn't burn the library. She gave the books back to the people who can actually read them." The Lion-Arbiter let out a roar that shook the rings. "The Shadow-King speaks of reading when he is but a bookmark! Silence, container! Your function is over."

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”