Book Of The Beginning Novels & Stories

Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck as we read the words that had been salvaged from the wreckage of Volume Nine: The world did not begin with a number, though the kings believed it did. It began with an agreement between two people who were tired of the dark. They built a fire in a valley that had no name, and they agreed that the only thing worth keeping was the space between their hands. Beneath the text, there were no signatures. No thumbprints. No gold seals. There was only a small sketch of a willow leaf, its veins gnarled and uneven, looking exactly like the scars on Xander’s chest.

⸻ “A forgotten beginning.” ⸻ The stars trembled. ⸻ “A story that was erased before the first chapter was written.” ⸻ The Book of Origins suddenly slammed shut. 📖💥 ⸻ For the first time in existence… The Book refused to record something. ⸻ The Mother lowered her head. A painful expression appeared on her face. ⸻ Because she remembered. ⸻ 🌙 The First Secret Millions of years ago. Before Elian. Before the Father.

Some were complete. Others were only half written. Many contained only a single page. The mysterious man walked between the shelves, running his fingers lightly across the worn bindings. "Every life..." he said softly, "...begins as an unwritten page." He stopped beside a nearby shelf. From it he removed a thick leather-bound book. Gold letters covered its spine. Adrian Vale He handed it forward. "Open it." Adrian hesitated. Then he carefully opened the first page. It contained his birth.

Like the door, the cover of the book was also illustrated by the motif of a snake eating its own tail. "This book is as old as me, as you know already. It was gifted by my teacher a long time ago when my sisters and I went under her apprenticeship. We, along with mother dearest, began to be called the five directions as we were the first five witches. The witches of the Beginning" She informed, a bit weakly at the end, a sad almost melancholic smile hanging on her lips "Time, Space, Life, and Destruction. West, East, North, and South."

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

CÁLÄ The kingdom of light and air, "CÁLÄ", a key keeper to the tree of life. This kingdom used to be warm, welcoming, carefree, full of life, and joy but one indecent ruined it all. When the prince and the queen died, Since then The king of CÁLÄ became manipulative, arrogant, and selfish, CÁLÄ changed, and the people, even the environment got to change. The king of CÁLÄ builds madness and becomes crueler, upon losing everything he treasures the most but when he thinks it through, his wife still leaves him something. His only daughter and that's when the king wakes up from the darkness. He decided to forever close the gate of the kingdom no one must enter or go out and form ties outside other

he ordered. Like a magnet attracting metals, all the students did in one accord. “It is best if everyone stays close to me lest they get missing,” he said as he started walking slowly. The new intakes into Golden Lake University began following him the way sheeps will a shepherd. No one wanted to get missing. No one wanted to go home the next day. They were going to do as they were told. “Our first stop will be the fields which will begin operation this year,” he began. “For years now, the land has been left fallow for grass to grow and this year, I can assure you all, that something massive has been planned.”

I tell him. "So, you're telling me that some goddess has given me to you?" He asks. I laugh, "When you put it like that, it makes it almost sound heinous. Let me tell you a story so you may better understand,” I say. “Actually, you might recognize the first part of this story,” I tell him. “And why is that?” He questions. “Because the goddess in this story is Alira the same one that the Fires were named after,” I say.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

He turned away from the mirror to the book and grabbed it, slowly turning it the other way as the pentacle now appeared in its original position in the upright form. The moment he had done that. The symbol began to glow followed by the book suddenly opening itself and the pages flipping madly until up to the first page, which was initially the last page. "Woah..." Jake took a seat on the bed after realising the book had written itself again. The text was in English this time. The first page had a big title written in cursive font: Power of the Mind Jake quickly read through the first page and the writing seemed first hand-not printed, like someone had actually been writing on that book a ver