Book Opening Lines Novels & Stories

"Then begin." She opened the book. The pages were heavy vellum, script ink written in flowing black. She breathed in and started reading, her voice deepening as she became caught up in the book. It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands.

Spread my palm across its surface. The language rose before I even opened it. It was never words on the tongue first. It was sensation. A familiar ache that slid under skin and promised compliance. I let it build. Letting its darkness curl obediently along my wrist. “Yield.” The book opened without touch, that was new and I would be proud, but this was not the time. The pages ruffled as if wind lived only inside them. Ink stirred and the symbols woke.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

As I went to speak he beat me to it. "Open up the book." He ordered out in a not very demanding way. He knew to keep his tone right unless it was an emergency. I opened the book and froze. This couldn't be? I skimmed thought the book and my mind went into overdrive. I had to calm myself down a bit because I was forming so many plans and thinking of all the things I had to do now. I closed my eyes for a minute and once my excitement simmered, I opened them and smirked as I re read the book title outloud. "Forbidden spells."

Those who would try to sail here would be discouraged and see nothing but a barren heavily iced land. Now that the wards were in place, it was time to make us a home. Calling the earth spirit again, every grain of sand, volcanic ash swirled around me. Calling forth a pure white feather and flinging it towards Michael, Adrian, Celestria, Ramses, and Nefertari and finally myself. The feather drew blood from each of us. Mixing it with elements of the earth, I slammed it all into the ground. The ground shook violently. The earth opened, lava shot up into the sky. But didn’t come down it was sliding down slowly the wind acting as a mold. A massive fortress was taking shape.

The book was still pulsing in her hands and Claude knew that something was definitely up with it. Escaping to the girls’ bathroom, she found a stall and flipped open the book. Although Claude was the one opening the book, it was almost like the book was opening itself as the pages fluttered until a page was left in front of her and Claude gasped at the sight of actual words on the book for the first time. Placing her finger on the page to save it, she flipped through the book again, but the rest of the pages were empty. She opened back to the page that held words written in the most stylish cursive writing she had ever seen.

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

Slowly, I reached in and pulled it out from the very end of the box. I opened it. The very first page contained, in a neat, elegant handwriting, one lined sentence. “To my dear daughter, you will need this one day.”

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As it slowly came above the opening, the stand clicked into place and two wings opened up on each side before turning the entire stand to white marbled stone and with a flashing light, a thick gold book appeared . “No matter how many times I see that, it never fails to amaze me” Heather whispered reverently. Jon raised his head and walked to the dias, his steps quietly echoing. When he approaches the stand, the book opens itself and the pages start to flicker, opening to the page he needed. After reading the passage, he visabilly shakes, his throat working hard to swallow from the lump now growing. “What? What is it?” Heather whispered. She gasped when she saw Jon raise his head and look at