Book Object Show Novels & Stories

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

she asked with a shaky voice. "What's wrong with hearing about the history of the Wizs?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "No. I want something else. History is too boring." she grumbled. "Ok then. I do have another choice for you." he took out a black book with red vines on the cover. He smiled as he showed the book to her. "This is your second option." "No third alternative?" He shook his head. "Nah! No third option, Riri,"

“How much do you know?! Just spit it out already.” As Kathleen groaned, Tomoya rose, walked towards the bookshelf behind him and took a book in a size of an encyclopedia, bound in silk darkened with times of handling. He sat back down and twisted the darkly patented cover to a full, wide spread. “That’s her penmanship!” Kathleen scowled, attempting to snatch the book from him when he pulled it away in an even faster pace. “It’s very old, for hell’s sake! You could have torn it into two.”

And right now, she’s showing me more than she probably realizes. Her bag slips onto the table, soft fabric bending under the weight, and that’s when I see it. Not a phone. Not a tablet. A book. The cover’s weathered, edges softened from too many hands, too many days stuffed into the same bag. She slides a thin strip of paper free and opens to her page without hesitation.

Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings that seemed alive with their own purpose. “Within these pages lies every secret about the world’s hidden side,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the Darklord himself might hear.

I muttered and shuffled toward the library in search of the tan leather-bound book. Atticus’s library was enormous and the shelves of books also housed different magical artifacts on display. I was warned to not mess with them until I understood their properties. Searching everywhere I was growing frustrated. Heading down the last book case I growled. Not having any luck locating the book I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and raised my arms “Room of my family's bloodline please allow me to enter by showing me the book for your entrance!” Opening my eyes and tilting my head I heard movement down the row of shelving. Going toward the sound I see a tan book sticking out on the bottom shelf.

But as he moved deeper, he saw something that made him stop. In the middle of the sea of dust and rubble, there was one clean area. A large stone table stood in the center of the room, its smooth surface free from sand, as though it had just been wiped. And on that table lay an object. A book. Rayden’s heartbeat quickened slightly. He approached slowly, his hand unconsciously drifting toward the hilt of the Frozen Moon Sword. The book was open in the middle, as if its reader had only just left it behind. It was not an ancient technique scroll. It was not a forbidden scripture.

⸻ Almost deliberately. ⸻ Then a single object emerged. ⸻ Not a weapon. ⸻ Not a creature. ⸻ Not a god. ⸻ A book. 📖 ⸻ A simple book. ⸻ Floating in the air. ⸻ Burned. ⸻ Damaged. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Its pages were torn. ⸻ Its cover almost destroyed. ⸻ Yet one title remained visible. ⸻

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Then, with a gesture, he signaled Tom, who came forward with something that looked like a book. Diana furrowed her brow in curiosity. "What is this?" "Open it and see," John said. Diana nodded and flipped open the "book" in her hands. As she opened it, the hard paper unfolded into a pop-up 3D structure. Upon closer inspection, the book displayed a castle with an intricate sky garden. In front of the castle was a deep blue lake with a semicircular bridge arching across it. The details were exquisite, capturing the beauty of a fairytale scene.