Booktok Ornament Novels & Stories

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

Lamps hanging on the wall burned without flame, the pale, ghostly light stretching across the floor. At the center of the space was a stone altar and a book. My eyes narrowed at the thick tome. “Wait, is that our answer?” I asked. Getta ran her hand over the cover reverently. “This book has existed before your pack existed. It’s dangerous.” “Wouldn’t expect anything less, of course,” Bennett murmured beside me. Without another word, Getta began to place things around the altar. Herbs, vials, and bones were the things I could recognize.

God, those legs… Long, trim, encased in tall black boots. The sight of her round behind hugged by those skintight leggings almost made him groan… It made him hard as a rock. Elijah shoved his hands in his pockets. “These are cute.” She straightened, holding up one of the ornaments. “Perfect for your outside tree,” Meghan explained. “To give it that rustic look. If that’s what you’re going for?” Starlight turned the ornament in her hands, her expression assessing.

I said, nudging her knee. She pulled out the book next. Poetry, the kind she always left bookmarked on the coffee table, spine cracked in all the right places. But it was the wooden bookmark that made her pause. A little longer. Her thumb brushed over the carved shape, where a tree and menorah arched together, roots and branches tangled like our lives. She didn’t speak, just leaned into me. I gave her mine in return, laughing when she pulled out beard oil and the nap coupon. She kissed my cheek anyway.

Gold tipped lanterns also hung from the book shelves, with the other lights of the establishment set up in a similar style, all made up of multiple squares and rectangles in complicated geometric patterns that almost held a handmade feel and touch to them, their wood shiny, polished, and laquered, just like everything else present. The place looked far too fancy for the location that it was in, and for a moment, Emmet wondered if the terrifying and deplorable woman, who owned this place, only had the means and powers to do so through some sort of illicit and illegal connections to some sort of crime syndicate. Those thoughts were quickly vanished when he turned back to Jasper, who was still

His laughter was contagious and we couldn't help but join in his laughter. I shook my head and took my three pendant; the anchor, the ship wheels, and the round object---which is my scythe. They watched me put the pendant into the cover of the book which they didn't notice the holes. Afterwards, the book shone brightly causing us to cover our eyes. I saw the pages flipping on its own until it stopped then the light died. I took the book and read the only two paragraphs stated in there.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

This sentient book was an a limited edition enchanted artifact he happened to chance upon being sold at Madam Xu's general merchandise. It was a huge hard bound book made out of leather, with a human face imprinted on its cover; more accurate to say, it looked like a reflection of one's face when looking to a mirror. This all knowing talking book functioned like an encyclopedia. You can directly asked the book any question and as long its author has an information to it in the record, she could immediately retrieve it and provide the answer to the book bearer real time. Earlier, Steve asked the book where they can get another Magnus Eye and so they were told that the other half of the pair

The bond stretched like a heated thread between us, protesting the distance. I walked to the bag tossed in the corner of the room, where I had put the book when I went to the bathroom. I picked it up. The cover was old, leather worn with age. A strange symbol was engraved in the center: a full moon entwined with branches and roots. I returned to the bed and sat beside Icarus, who leaned closer, curious. "It’s handwritten," I commented, carefully leafing through it. "Looks like a journal… or a grimoire."