Novel & Cerita Book Of The Ancestor

he continued, pulling the chair in closer, "what is it I can do for you?" "I read in a book," she began, curiously watching him, "about a man appointed by the Council as an ambassador to Pyre. While in Pyre he endured much hardship. Still, he was faithful to his charge. I thought the book was old. I thought that it told stories of a far away time. Then, I saw something that changed my mind about it. It was a photograph taken at the dedication of a library, the same library where I met Benjamin in the ruins. In the photograph, I saw Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge standing side by side with Casper, Ramus, and Stephan. Sebastian was there, too, with his apprentice and the Ambassador beside the

The resemblance was uncanny — the statue’s delicate bone structure, the lift of her chin, the mark on her collarbone. “This is her,” Serena whispered. “My ancestor. The first Moonbearer.” As if responding to her words, the statue’s chest lit up with a radiant white glow. The ground trembled faintly, and before their eyes, a book floated out from beneath the statue’s robes, resting mid-air. Serena reached out, and the book landed softly in her hands. The leather cover was warm to the touch. As she opened it, the first page displayed a single phrase in glowing ink:

My ancestors gone. But the book remained. With shaking hands, I pushed myself upright. The guard rushed toward me, panic on his face, but I raised a hand weakly. “I’m fine.” My voice broke. “I’m… fine.” I opened the book. This time, nothing happened. No light. No voices. Only ink on aged paper. But as I turned the pages, my breath caught. Histories. Spells. Curses. Knowledge bound into every line. My eyes blurred as I read of witches and wolves, of the curse that had cursed my bloodline. Of why my father had left.

Having a long breath, Carol started, “This dates to almost one month when it started. The lady was terribly upset that day, and she was looking for something. Helping her, I found that she was looking for an old; an incredibly old book that had been passed on to Late Emperor by your ancestors. It is called ‘The Heavenly Book'. The Book was magical, Alpha. I could never see anything in this. It was all blank, but the lady used to spend days reading something into it. Every time she stepped out of her room, she was even more worried than earlier. I tried to figure it out so many times, but she never told me anything. All she said was…she was doing it for you. She was going through something ho

“Anyone you know?” I shook my head, “Hundreds of years before I was born. But-” did fae think of ancestors the same as humans? I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see, “Sangriel was one of my ancestors. It’s complicated but I’ve always been told about them. I just never knew there were diaries from them.” “So your family wrote that book?” I nodded. “Take it then.” He walked away returning to his own book. “Take it?” I gasped closign it and hugging it tightly to my chest, “I can’t just-”

, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.

I tilted my head to the side. “No magic energy? Why have a witch then? What’s the curse?” “I will show you.” He pressed his hands against the table and pushed himself up and walked over to a glass case I didn’t notice. Inside there was a book, spread open to a certain page with blood smeared across of it. He opened the latch and slide the glass open, he carefully lifted the generational old book and brought it over to me. Sitting it down with such care. “This is her spell book, my ancestor stole it from her.”

“But I didn’t know how far back it went.” An ancestor stepped forward, her face familiar in a way that made Sarai’s chest ache. She had Aunt Dee’s eyes. Her mother’s mouth. “Our bloodline was never meant to rule,” the ancestor said softly. “We were meant to end wars before they began.” Images flooded Sarai again—ancient treaties signed in blood and breath, realms stitched together by words spoken once and never repeated. She saw her ancestors standing between demon kings and angelic hosts, refusing both sides. “We hid the language,” the ancestor continued. “We scattered it across memory and bone. We silenced ourselves so the realms could forget.”

She continued to look through the contents when suddenly an ancient book came into view. Andrea reached out and picked up the book,she glanced at it, and suddeny frose. Wasn’t this book her Grandma's ancient medical book? Why was it here? She had seen this medical book once in her grandmother's room years ago. At that time, she had seen her grandmother locked it up in a delicate little box for safekeeping, and was curious to take it out and look at it. But then she realized that this book was passed down from her grandmother's ancestors, most of the records were medical poison and so on, if wrong-minded people get this book, there was no guarantee of what they might do with it.