Book Of The Ancestor Novels & Stories

When I graduated with honors and a Master's degree in paranormal research, my parents reluctantly showed up at the ceremony only to a congratulated with sad, disappointed looks on their faces. Still, I didn't care. I was going to find my brother no matter what happened. My first order of business was to delve into the history of the place. All the way back as far as the Native American tribe that used to roam these lands. Much to my surprise, the Archway had been a part of their stories as well. They spoke of it in hushed tones as a place where their ancestors would greet the travelers from the stars. That's one of the things that had intrigued me so much about their fables. That's why I kne

"It's like I've had a life here before, according to the words here it says that the Forbidden Forest is home to the many planes, realms and worlds all intertwined. It home to demons, monsters, spirits and many supernatural beings not seem anywhere in this world. This book is far more accurate than anything in our royal library, where'd you get it?" "From some shelve in my family's secret library." Charles replies. "By the way when do you think you'll be done? I need to return that." Sebastian ignores him and carries on. "I don't understand how I can read this book yet, the words keep changing." Suddenly the book's pages start to flip itself endlessly. "Did you do something bud?" Charles ask

When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby. Still containing the nature and powerful endurance of an Immortal, looking like our natural appearance, with all our memories, and our book of destiny. But of course, only we can see the real content which is in our natural, ancient, and divine language. And it is magically connected to our spirit, so there is no way to lose it or someone to steal it. What is our destiny book? Well... the book of destiny is something unique and precious for every single Immortal. According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Be

I carried on. “The pendant the old lady had. Mom handed it to her.” He paused for a second. “Mismaia.” He mumbled. “That’s her name. Mismaia was your mother’s friend. The only other person she would trust. She was here when your mother gave birth to you and your brother. She disappeared after your mother’s death. That’s why I found it bizarre that all of a sudden she returned. But why now?” I held up the gem. “I think I have to find her. I'm sure it has something to do with this.” I’m not sure if I was correct in assuming that that’s what I was supposed to do.

The room had an air of age and mystery, as if the secrets of generations had been preserved within its walls. Quinton’s father began sorting through the books, his movements methodical and deliberate. Quinton stood beside me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of my thoughts. “Here,” Quinton’s father said, holding up an ancient-looking manuscript. “This is a book that contains some of the earliest records of your family’s involvement with the supernatural. It’s a good place to start.”

Or did he want to force them to defy him and let him appear ignorant of this to the Elder Council? But the Elder Council gave him the book. That meant they knew the situation. Aunty Mae would need to explain what her father planned. She must know, Helena wouldn’t put it past the sweet old woman to scheme and lie to avoid looking bad. Though she wasn’t as bad as others on the council. Aunty Mae still played politics with the truth and peoples’ lives. Helena could handle finding that out soon enough. Right now, she felt the need to visit the ancestral stone. Much like humans’ gravestones or statues. The ancestral stone was the place where the living pack paid tribute to and communed with their

Akeeva just sighs because of her personal maid's naiveness and stares at the guy who's holding her right now. When, all of a sudden, a hazy memory begins to flashback. "Hey Grandma, what is that?" A kid, Akeeva, asks her grandma about the book that her grandma is holding. "This is our ancestor's book, which has been passed down through the generations." "Can I see what's inside it?" she asked.

“You can feel it can’t you -the protection spell.” Seraphina whispers. “I don’t know…maybe… it’s like a vibration.” I mutter back before drawing on all my calm and slowly lifting the cover. The book is old but beautiful – filled with stunning illustrations and old cursive writing. “What do you see?” Gerald asks as he grabs the white glove that Solomon holds out, he gives one to me and then puts the other one on himself. “The drawing of the wolf and the list of names – I’m assuming these are my ancestors?” I say, running gloved fingers carefully down the list until I see the last one Juniper Orla Hawthorne.

She closes the book then opens the cover to reveal the columns of names. ‘Yes. A witch’s book of shadows, or Grimoire, is akin to their bible. In the past the humans would record their family tree in their family bible. However that religion is new compared to your rich heritage and the list of names fits the page easier than a tree would. Of course the list would only contain the names of your magical ancestors.’ I listen in rapt silence as my beast confirms Rose’s assumption.

Before I could reply I felt a gush of wind and he was gone. I went up to my room to have a hot shower before coming out of the bathroom. There was a book on my bed and I knew what it was. It was a copy of the book of ancient spells. It was written by our ancestors. This would help me protect my family. I grabbed the book and flipped it open. The title was called Inner Energy. Hmmm, it could be useful. I have to read and master everything in this book. I'm going to murder the bitches who touched my family.