Book Of Vishanti Novels & Stories

He took out the only book on the shelf and handed it to Andrius. Andrius picked it up and saw that it had an ancient aura. The title read: “Hades’ Axiom”. He flipped through the pages. The first right page was a diagram of blood vessels, and the left page was a corresponding passage from the axiom. “To achieve ultimate emptiness, maintain profound stillness. Observe all that exists as they rise, return to their roots after they grow and flourish...” As Andrius read, he could not help but be drawn by the contents. He sat down cross-legged and began cultivating according to the instructions in the book. It was an incredibly profound cultivation manual.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

At the center stood a massive stone pedestal, and atop it lay an ancient book, bound in dark leather, its cover pulsing with a faint blue light. I stepped forward, drawn to it. This was the heart of the prophecy. As my fingers brushed the cover, the book responded—flaring to life with light that flooded the room. Visions erupted in my mind, vivid and unstoppable, showing me the truth I had been chasing all along.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

The front has the words ‘Vivlío tis Eleftherías’ [Book of Freedom] embossed hastily from a hot branding iron. To Bronx and Pan it probably just looks like an ancient book sitting on the crystal stand, but to me, it’s alive and thriving. It’s calling to me, screaming and writhing, reaching toward me and begging for my touch so its power can be released. I lean forward and whisper to the cover. “I’m the master. You don’t get to tell me what to do, so shut up right now or I’ll burn you to a fucking crisp.” I’m surprised at how angry my words sound and that I cursed at the book, but it worked. The book immediately settles and pulls its energy back in, but still seems ready to burst knowing I’m s

Alfonso stayed stood and still, locking gaze with Serge. Serge can move faster, the same as Alfonso. Both of them are at the top of a Class B VMS, which makes them great rivals in any task. Alfonso let go of my hand and then used his free hand, forming a barrier that would cover the entire part of the place in which I'm heading on. Serge began to form lightning volts forming into a zigzag line, directing in our direction with its fastest pace. [Serge is trying to break the barrier using his extreme electric shocks with his lightning volts Alfonso! Please be careful! You know how dangerous his lightning volts voltage is.]

She turned it over in her hands, and her eyes widened slightly at the title embossed on the back: "The Shepherd’s Keep." She blinked, confusion creasing her brow. Her fingers traced the letters, her breathing shallow. She quickly flipped the book open, and her eyes scanned the first heading: “Code of Conduct.” Vanessa's forehead was lined with furrows. The words on the page seemed strange, almost esoteric, as if they belonged to some ancient society. She read the first three rules aloud in a whisper, her voice barely audible: *"The shepherd must protect the dignity and interest of his initiate at all costs, his gold and his silver"

“Visions? You mean I’ll be stuck seeing more nightmares? Glimpses of people dying?” “Not nightmares,” Roman corrects softly, his gaze filled with a new, reverent respect. “Glimpses of what was—or what might be. They’re called Visionary Gifts. But the gift cuts both ways. It can be a blessing for the pack, or a curse for the wielder. You’ll have to learn control, or it will consume you. It’s likely Malakai sensed that potential power twenty-two years ago. Maybe that's what he wants, but we can't be completely sure.”

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.