Book Bound In Human Skin And Written In Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Viktoria’s POV I scanned the books, and I wanted to be careful with them as they didn’t look fake old. They were really old. As I pulled one off the shelf and I felt the texture of the cover, I dropped it on the floor! A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at the book. The cover was made out of skin, not leather! It wasn’t human, and it wasn’t an animal. I couldn’t place what kind it was, but it was definitely skin! I carefully picked it up and shivered as I put it back. I would have to be more careful and was lucky that the book didn’t tear or get damaged. No longer able to slip my finger over the backs of the books for fear I might touch something else I didn’t want to know about, I tried

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Felix eagerly took the item from Leslie and saw it was a medical book. "Was Mr. Hoffman keeping this from me?" Felix cursed at his stingy mentor. "Why are all the pages blank?" He flipped through the book, only to find it empty. "Mr. Hoffman said you need to bind it with your blood to access its contents," Leslie explained. Felix's excitement grew. If it required a blood-binding ritual, it had to be something extraordinary. He pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the book. Like the harmonica, the book vanished and became one with his body.

Without hesitation, Cain turned towards Ulva , panting heavily as he stared at Ulva’s motionless body. Dorian was already there, his massive paws skidding across the ground as he shifted mid-run. The transformation was seamless, his human form taking shape as he fell to his knees beside his mother. Her body was rapidly shifting back to human, her pale skin stark against the dark, bloodied ground. "Mother! Stay with us!" Dorian pleaded, his hands trembling as they pressed against the wound on her neck. Blood seeped between his fingers, warm and sticky, and his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum.

He waved his hands around and ended up folding them again. “Why though?” I folded my arms as well, “He takes blood from so many humans but why not me?” “Well~” He dramatically wiggled his fingers out, “For starters which is also the most important thing, your blood is like a high class wine.” “Wouldn’t that make one want it more!” I mean who wouldn’t want it? It’s like vintage wine! “Oh I would love to have it, anyone would love to have it. I mean I would die for it. Oh!” He raised his hands in defence, “But don’t get me wrong, I’m just stating how desirable it is, I already have my Blood mate.”

However, when I reached the spot where the presence seemed strongest, I was startled to find not a person but a book. It looked different from the many tomes and manuscripts filling the shelves of the library. The book was leather bound, and instead of facing me with its spine, it was placed on the shelf with its front cover facing me. It was dark—beautiful and deep obsidian. The edges were threaded and swollen because what I guessed had to be antlers were sewn into the edges. In the middle laid a blood-red jewel that seemed to shine in my face with its own light. The book was pumping with energy. I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me.

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.