Book Five Novels & Stories

The counter-verse, the holder’s shield: Five gifts to ground what power yields Salt for truth, and ash for wrong, Wind for change, and bone for bond; A name once kept, at last set free Thus caged fire learns to breathe. “When sky turns iron, mountains mourn, Seek eyries where the storms are born. There waits the last, the final sworn, To close the wound and crown the thorn.” “Beware the crown that sings of war; A queen may rule, or end the shore. If grief is helm and rage the blade, Balance bleeds and light will fade. But choose the quiet brave instead Build with hands that once drew red.” “And if they stand, the five made whole, One breath, one will, one woven soul,

The name of the book was straight out of the occult naming convention too: The Grimoire of Five. Javier read a few pages out of curiosity. What he had not expected was to get so engrossed in its content that he would not be able to stop reading. By the time he finished it, his eyes had widened in shock and awe. What the book described was exactly what his eyes were seeing. In other words, he could use the Grimoire of Five and his brand-new eyes to perform superhuman feats! But…how? How had it come to this?!

Rex confessed. It was all Rex. He took the men down like a beast. The leader gave a skeptical glance and then glanced his way at me. "You must be very proud of your man, señorita. But sadly, you won't be able to see him." Fear broke out. "What do you mean?" "As I said, we only came for six women." Six? But only five. Claire is back in the hotel with Don. She should be safe since they are unaware of it. Only five are on this boat.

Tyr pointed his fingers at his brain and continued, “I believe you’ll outperform Senior Belisarius now that you are in charge of the Red Tower.” Jim asked Olympias to refill a bowl of grits for him. He blew at the food to cool it down before replying, “Boss, you don’t have to flatter me. The Liberated will take action soon, so we need to branch out. I’ll go to the Dragon Palace to find the third book, whereas you need to take a flight to find the fourth book.” “Hmm. Do you have any updates on the fifth book?” Tyr inquired. “It is said that the fifth book is the most mysterious of the five,” Jim answered after a brief pause.

The whole place felt quiet and empty. I had brought Justin here once before, wanting him to see the home I grew up in. However, he thought it was too cold and lifeless, so he didn’t want to stay long. Yet, compared to Dad’s new house, I thought this place still felt warmer. After Mom passed away, my stepmother showed up with her daughter. Not long after, Dad and she had a son together. Just like that, the small family Dad and I once had turned into a household of five. He was no longer just my dad, and that home was no longer just mine.

He didn’t answer right away, but two hours later, I found myself standing in library number five. It was on the second floor, with a slanted ceiling and walls covered in built-in shelves. Every shelf was just tall enough to hold paperbacks. The books were old, their spines cracked, their pages worn soft from being read too many times. The only break in the shelves was a tall stained-glass window. Afternoon light shone through it, scattering green and red and blue patches across the polished wood floor. It was beautiful. But it wasn’t useful. No Davenport.

Someone to bind you together. "Mrs. Hale, what's done is done." Not a single moment went by where I didn't thank my lucky stars that I hadn't brought a child of my own into this world, sparing them from being raised in such a dysfunctional house. Likely out of guilt, Chester and Celine had slipped a debit card into my pocket, which I discovered on the ride back. I didn't think much of it and returned the card to Chelsea.

" For a second, I thought I've finished reading the first page which seems to be a disclaimer when I see another paragraph. The last paragraph. "It's agonising. It's been two weeks since I've been craving blood. I can't think. I can't journal. Today, I'm finally Twenty-five, and Master says I'm ready. We are heading back to Samarkand, to my father's land. I am to face him and kill him. If there is a next page, then know I have become a beast like my master, and that I have murdered my own father. And no, I did not regret it."

“No, I can tell that you don’t. You are one hundred feet beneath the earth, in the basement of the Roman Coliseum. Above us, the stadium is in use. By the grand vampire council. There are thousands of us up there, watching the games. Watching the brutal fights between vampire and human, between human and human, and between vampire and vampire. These fights offer us brutality beyond what we could ever hope to see elsewhere. It is one of our favorite spectator sports.” He got so close to the cell that she could smell his bad breath. “And do you know who’s going to be next in the show?” he asked. He laughed aloud. “Did you ever think you’d die here, of all places?” Kyle turned to go, but before

She tore the box open. Inside this box were a dozen books. Most looked the same—typical bindings, mostly classics. But one book stood out immediately. It didn’t look anything like the others. It was thick, overstuffed and weathered, with leather binding. It looked as if it had been through a war. And it looked ancient.