Coraline Artbook Novels & Stories

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

Almost as though the book held secrets that felt almost wrong of me to try to divulge. But I opened it anyway. This wasn't like the other journal. This one had no name. Just endless pages and pages of sketches. The first none was a crown of coral and bone, with blood being tipped over it from a golden goblet. I supposed this particular one was a symbol of his ascension that never got to happen. There was another of a sea serpent being curled around a skull, with a phrase written below it. "He waits in the deep." I murmured. I shook my head and turned to another mage.

“Books or any other form of art remind people they’re not the only ones struggling. They help people escape their versions of hell, even if it’s for a fleeting moment. And that moment, we usually never want to end.” “Excellent answer.” Professor Coraline doesn’t even pause for a second before she says it. Genevieve looked away, her cheeks even redder with an embarrassed smile. She looked like she hadn’t expected to even say that much, and I understood the feeling far more than I’d like to admit. She’d perfectly explained me in a matter of minutes….and I had a feeling it would always stick. The professor turned to me, “Mr Whitmore?”

Inlaid with runes old enough to make my teeth ache. A binding artifact. One designed not to suppress power, but to mirror it. To turn it against the wearer. Around the collar, carefully arranged, were bones. Some human. Some not. And in the far corner, seated cross-legged as if this were a garden party— Corwin. “Welcome,” he said pleasantly. I didn’t answer. He didn’t need me to. He stood, smoothing down a coat too fine for this tomb. “I thought you’d appreciate the elegance,” he said, gesturing to the chamber.

A book room here was almost as large as a standard library. But this time, the genius of Ethelbert's guess was wrong. When Ethelbert found Coronis, she didn't appear with the jubilant excitement she had just now. In contrast, Ethelbert discovered for the first time that Coronis turned out to be equally serious and attentive when reading. Coronis held a thick leather-bound book in his hand, which looked so old that the braille on the cover was no longer visible. She stood in the middle of a long line of tall bookshelves, calmly and intently reading the book in her hand. Coronis has entered her world.

Never been properly ravished. Everything about her looked pure, untouched. But the things she said, the things that came out of her mouth, were downright foul. I tapped on the rewind button but it went too far back and Georgina was suddenly on the black and white screen, strutting around my home like she owned the place. Anger surged within me so fast the heat of it raised my body temperature, fingers white-knuckling the edge of my desk in renewed ire. Coraline had let that donnaccia in and she had immediately headed for my bedroom, stripping herself naked and lying between the sheets to take pictures of herself in erotic poses. I was sure she had sent them to me, having not realized she was

She pointed to a rack at the end of the counter. Three rows of the implements stood like tube sponges, in all different colors and patterns. Some had spots, others swirls, others were solid colors. If Humans were so fond of colorful things, why weren’t they more concerned with maintaining coral reefs? Exactly the reason she was here. And why she needed the notebook. Angel selected a green and blue pen that reminded her of Atlantian waters. “This one will do. And, actu-ally,” she selected a second pen and another book, “I’ll take two.”

I tipped my head towards the boxes in my head and realization filled her eyes. "Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, I left you alone to carry all the gifts. I'll just take them from you." I shook my head, " There's no need, you shouldn't be carrying anything heavy while you're pregnant." Coraline rolled her eyes, " I'm barely three months pregnant. I think I'm capable of carrying a box containing books and a jewelry box." She stretched her hands to collect the box but I moved away not giving her the chance to take it away from me.

*********** I sat alone in our bedroom, staring into the dying fire. The clock on the mantel chimed softly and stopped at ten. He had been gone for over an hour. I picked up the book resting on my lap for what felt like the hundredth time. I hadn’t made it past the first page. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart leap. Every gust of wind against the windows made me think he was coming back. My wolf paced restlessly inside me. “Go to him.” She urged me. “No.” I said immediately.