Book Of The Ancestor Novels & Stories

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

He defended but before it could turn into an argument, William eroded. "The Unholy Book is nothing to talk about, it's basically a book with ancient powers." William said. Clancy looked at him "Ancient power?" He asked. "Yeah!" William stopped "We use to believe as we grew in the earliest days that the ancient book belongs to our mother." He said "Truthfully, no on knows but we slightly knew it did and even more." He added. Clancy was attentive, so as the entire crew. "The book as said my father in the days, he would explain to us it holds all contraries in existence itself." William emphasised "Its not just an addition, the Unholy Book was the first enchanted scripture to ever step foot on

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

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.

Sitting beside me, he handed me the journal. “What is it?” I questioned it. It looked old, yet carefully kept. "A record of our family's history and a guide to using our unique powers," he said. "From the time our powers were unleashed, each ancestor has written of their experiences and how they mastered them. The discovery of new powers and much more. It's time for you to read it, Valentina.” Papa explained. “Oh!” Circling my lips in amazement, I opened the book, only to be shocked as my eyes caught an unexpected creature.