Book The Originals Novels & Stories

Dawn replied, “I am still reading give me sometime.” Ashley gave her a nod and then moved back giving Dawn the time to read and understand. During that time she looked around and searched through some others books, hoping that she can find somethings. Most of the time the tast to handle the booms was given to the council. Books were actually written by the council. Be it the history of the werewolves and the vampires or any other species. Since the council served as the center for everything and everyone. As she looked around in hopes of finding something she looked at a book that said, “Diana.”

She felt so sorry for that girl. Adam continued, “He shouldn’t have done that, you know. Because the bookstore where the girl worked was very special. The owner of the store, namely, the employer of that girl, was a very different vampire, known as the original. And he liked that girl very much, taking her as his young sister.” Amelia got sweats on her back.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

Those lifeblood creatures connected to Lorraine at the Dark City were doing their best to create something like this. An able-bodied and dangerous beast. The beast is not an ordinary werewolf because of its supersize. Alfonso's side turned to look at me and asked, " Althea---what do you think you're doing?" It's almost a whisper. "Of coursed, fighting with you!" I hissed.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

She went down to one knee beside the object, her fingers running the length of it like she wanted to verify it was still there. Then she unlatched it and got a book. It's older than the one we had. The leather was scuffed, the edges fraying and burnt. She placed it on the table. “This is the original.” My breath caught. “The original?” Soraya nodded. “The one for which my parents died.” Jameson exhaled sharply. “That — that could tell us everything.” Soraya’s voice was quiet. “It does.”

I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it. "What does that mean?" I question nodding my head at the words written on the front cover of the book. "Bound in Blood," I must have a looked as confused as I felt because he clarified. “The original book was written and bond in Human flesh" I shrink away from the book. "That's seriously gross" I say after my stomach settles. His upper lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile or a laugh. "You cannot read Italian" he says this as an observation.

He always dreamt of that since we were young. Too bad. Alric raised an old book—THE BOOK OF ORIGINS, they called it. The thing was older than any pack and had been used in every transition ceremony since the beginning. He began to chant words in a language I didn't understand but had heard since childhood. Words that meant power. Change. The beginning of something new. I felt like throwing up. My eyes flicked through the crowd and caught Jake standing near the edge. He wasn't smiling anymore. His fists were clenched at his sides. His jaw was tight, and even from here, I could see the storm in his eyes.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?