Book Edge Gilding Novels & Stories

“Of course. From this point on, I am going to do better. You have my word.” Brielle’s voice broke through from the floor. She was still kneeling beside Christian, his head resting in her lap. “And what do you plan to do with him?” she demanded. Her gaze lifted to Kaelani. “With us?” Footsteps echoed down the corridor. The guard reentered, carrying a long, narrow box cradled carefully in both hands. It was carved from dark oak, inlaid with silver filigree that formed the crest of Silveredge along its lid. Faint lunar etchings traced the borders, worn smooth from generations of use.

Carrying my stolen prize with me, I wandered out of the kitchen and ran my fingers along the custom espresso wood shelving that displayed her books in perfect, flawless lines, accented by heavy 18k brushed gold bookends and matching high-end lighting fixtures. I laughed softly, dropping the empty plate onto a spotless marble side table, before sauntering into her private dressing room to change.

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

Altair replied. "I don't need your secret parchment because I know very well what I'm doing, nothing more," he continued. Duke Elrica spread out his arms, the entire space was filled with his Mana that blazed from every inch of the wall releasing many books and they flew through the air. Line up neatly on Adir's bed. The size of each book looks different and there are even some covers that are yellow gold mixed with shiny purplish and normal shaped papers. Seating also surrounds it.

I asked with little curiosity. A boy like him shouldn't be tied to the Temple. "No, another item will replace its position. But no worries, I love my job." The book had a sorcerer’s wand coloured violet on the cover. A blue smooth bookmark was attached to it. The book's edges looked like silver but felt like liquid mercury. "You can take the shortcut at the end of this room." "Thanks," I mouthed out. I walked to the other end of the room and placed my hand on the wall, waiting for something to happen.

Señor Ramirez boomed. Drago ignored him and stared at the Golden Leaf in awe. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his face serious and focused. “2…2…1…2,” he whispered. Golden sparkles burst out as the Leaf glowed more intensely, its glimmering rays almost blinding us. Drago smiled in triumph. He reached his hand out and gently lifted the Golden Leaf from its position. There were a few moments of silence as our breaths were snatched away by the sheer elegance and majesty of the extraordinary object.

Curiously, he keeps staring at the note card on the table. ************* In a large library there are many tall shelves, reaching up to heaven. In-between, there is some rustling, as if someone is turning the pages of some books. In the air, there is also a smell of ink giving off the feel that that person is writing something as well. But, on noticing closer, the weirdest scene one gets to see is of a few books, opened and freely hung up in the air and the pen moving on its own, golden words filling up the pages. Some pages have been filled rapidly while others are being written at a slow pace. A few of the books are tightly closed, while others are not. On the highest shelf, there are two

Aaron looked at the front and his eyes bulged out and then he shook his head. “Well, at least it’s a saving grace that part of the myth is real too,” he walked over and put the book down on the table. It was made of leather and had gold inlay on the front. I recognised the symbol straight away as the pendant that Elias had me wear the night of the ball. The one that belonged to his sister. The title of the book stood out to me and just seeing it felt like it unlocked something in me. I wasn’t aware whether I felt excited or scared.

I stood in awe, admiring it as I ran my fingers along the smooth edges of the design. After taking in the beauty, I realized the door was cracked open, so I walked in. The layout of this home was intricate and breathtakingly gorgeous. The interior revealed a grand, high-ceilinged space filled with silver-spined books that seemed to stretch up to the heavens. Towering shelves, crafted from a rich, dark wood, supported the tomes, their silver lettering glinting in the soft, ambient light.

he growled and out of nowhere Lilith was in front of me with another book in her hands. It was another big book, its cover was not normal, you can tell it by single glance that it was not written in this era. The pages were golden yellow and the cover was made of skin. Books before sixteenth century were used to have animal skin as their covers. Damien took the book from her hand and started flipping pages. The smell of old book hits my nostrils and it only confirmed my suspicions. He stopped after flipping twenty or so pages and turned the book towards me. There was a sketch, a drawing of a necklace on the right side of the book.