Book Of The Ancestor Novels & Stories

repeated Athelstan thoughtfully, repeating the words his mother always said to him. "My sister once found a book in the rooms of the old sage, a book that came from the Locrand's Bochus before it was completely sealed, a book about the history of our family and our importance in the great war," the prince began to say, rubbing his index finger and thumb together, his fingers stained with ashes. "He said that our ancestors had the ability to transform into dragons, magnificent creatures capable of reducing anything they touched to ashes." He looked up and met Nathan's. "Sumon said the same thing, they are the only creatures that can burn anything. But dragons no longer exist."

“Nathaniel. He’s the one who read it in this really big, old book.” “The Supernatural Book?” Nana knew of it. Of course she did. “You know it?” I looked up at her and she nodded. “I know of it. But never have I seen it. Written by the first Hybrids from whom the entire supernatural bloodline came from” She whispered. “So, it’s true then?” I asked her. “All of it…it’s true?”

I leaned closer, his breath shallow. "Good," My father said at last, his tone grave. "But we must tread carefully. That book was never meant to see the light again. It carries knowledge that twisted the ancestors, that cost the southern packs their souls. The council buried it for a reason." My pulse quickened. A forbidden book, unearthed from a cemetery? Why were they speaking of such things now? I need to get my hands on it His Beta hesitated. "You believe it has something to do with her disappearance?

CHAPTER 20. The hidden truth. As I stood in the middle of the pack's ancestral home, I felt the entire weight of my entire existence being placed on my shoulders. At that moment, the entire atmosphere was covered with the scent of old wood and dust. From what I could see, it was a reflection of the past wisdom of our ancestors, and now the present doom of my generation. As each second passed, and I continued to flip through the pages of the book, I realized that my life had become a mystery that I didn't know anything about.

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.

Something mindless. I reached out and grabbed my terminal, unlocking it and tapping the icon for Moonbook. It was a social platform exclusive to the high-ranking nobility and Alpha lineages of the werewolf world. I hadn't posted on it in months. My gaze drifted to the corner of my desk. There it was. The Ancestor’s Fang. The ancient, sacred relic that the Blue-Claw Pack had guarded for generations. The object men had died for. Right now, it was sitting on top of a messy pile of tax receipts, being used as nothing more than a paperweight to keep the drafts from blowing the documents away.

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

she said, her voice low and mysterious. Kael and Lila stood frozen beside me, their eyes fixed on the book. "What is that?" Kael whispered. Elara's smile grew wider. "This, my friends, is the Book of the Ancients," she said. "A book of great power and knowledge, one that holds the secrets of our pack's past." Lila's eyes widened in awe. "How did you get this?" she asked. Elara's eyes glinted with a knowing light. "Let's just say that I've been keeping secrets of my own," she said.

Good blending of the herbs and it was not that strong. “Latin and Aramaic. This book is one of a kind. It was the only one left and you can’t find a copy anywhere. It came from my ancestors,” Mariko close the book carefully and with the snapped of her finger, it disappear. That was why older witches are powerful. They have access to ancient spells which was used since the world began to create balance in the people and the environment. “Darren, I am going to visit your Dad one of these days whether he likes it or not. He’ll understand if he knows the urgency of this matter.”