Book Of The Ancestor Novels & Stories

It wasn't hot enough to be painful this time, just pulsing softly in rhythm with my heartbeat. I opened the book. The pages were aged-looking, the ink spotty in different spots. The writing itself, no, I shouldn't be able to decipher it. The symbols were old-fashioned, from before the pack texts. However, I could read each word. *The Histories of the Ancient Bloodlines. Volume III: The Torres Lineage and the Binding of the Moon.* My hands were shaking. Torres. My mother’s ancestral surname. In Andrew’s chair, I settled in and read.

She led us to the far end of the library, which seemed even more light and open, if that was even possible. She walked to a pedestal, that house a volume so large that it was a surprise the holder hadn’t collapse under the weight of it. “Here, this is the most sacred book that you will ever come across in this library.” Estelle’s face turns grave as she places a hand on the worn leather surface of the volume. “Every witch bloodline, every ancestor, every line surviving, or dead is detailed in these pages.” “How do you know that no one is missed?” Lucille came stand beside Estelle, her eyes fixed to the book before them.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

As far as my feeble brain knows, it was the last mysterious book that did not disappear after reading the rest of them. Alpha Romulo took the book and flipped through it, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What is this?" he asked, turning to me. "Why do you think it's important?" I took another deep breath. "I believe that book comes from the witches' ancestors," I said slowly. "And I think it's powerful enough that it could change the entire world." Alpha Romulo's eyes widened, and he looked back down at the book in surprise. "How did you come across this?" he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory.

The cover was old, covered in strange markings. Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Wait… isn’t that from my library?” “Yeah, I found it when I was searching for books about dragons.” Quinn’s head snapped up. “Dragons?” Daniel flipped open the book. Inside were illustrations of dragons and… human figures. “My ancestors have acquired this book many years ago. It’s serves more like a collection than an actual book,” Daniel muttered while perusing the illustrations and foreign language printed on it. “Well, as you can see, it’s more than just a pretty book. It contains a lot of information about dragons,” River said while tapping a specific page that featured an illustration of a human body covered with

now he laughs, "Bianca, your mother is alive." After a while, he calms down and begins to search among the innumerable books of his in the bookshelves on the walls, those that are now hidden by the plants. "Mom kept some books that her mother inherited her, my grandmother was a great witch of ancient lineage as you must know, she kept books of almost anything, including old legends," he clarifies, while he continues searching, "when mother realized that it would be fulfilled the legend with our ancestry tried to search books for something that could help her understand what it was all about. Fortunately, Maikan did not get rid of Mom's books and kept them among the things I had left here. I'

My voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you, Devon. It was never my intention. I was trying to protect you from something I didn’t even fully understand.” I gestured helplessly to the open book on the cabinet, the crimson letters of the old tongue glowing faintly under the lamp’s light. “I didn’t write this book, Devon. Your ancestors did. And if there’s a reason this was written in the Book of Forgotten Truths…” I swallowed hard, my heart in my throat, my voice breaking to almost a whisper. “Then we have to believe there’s a reason you were meant to see it.”

The mysteries that enveloped the Book of Curse seemed to extend into the depths of her ancestry, unraveling a narrative that transcended the boundaries of time. Magdalene's words lingered in the air, inviting contemplation on the threads that wove through the tapestry of Jette's family history. The Book of Curse, once a mysterious artifact, now became a bridge between the present and the echoes of ancestral whispers—a key to unlocking the latent energies that bound the past to the present.

I looked at him with mixed feelings of curiosity and anxiousness, “When you talked about her, it felt like you knew her.” “Yes,” A smile spread on his face, “We have a thing,” He decided to get off my lap and with one clean sweep he sat up and then faced me but didn’t look at me, “It’s called the book of ancestors.” “The book of ancestors?” I was confused, “What’s that?”

I finished, clutching the book tightly. He looked surprised at first, then understanding flooded his eyes as he nodded, allowing me to do my thing. I walked over to one of the tables in the library, placing the book on top of it. I can't lie, I was really excited to see what she has written in this book. Out of all the spell books I've read, especially the big one Dan gave me, written by ancestral witches, none of them were really written by Ameris. The only exception was some of her "creation" spells she had inputted in the book. Other than that, there was nothing else.