Destroy A Book Novels & Stories

He was shaking, his skin cold and clammy. "What happened?" Elian wheezed. "I saw... I saw the Library. I saw a giant hand reaching for a book with my name on it." I looked at the horizon. The heartbeat thud was louder now. The red flicker lasted longer. "The 'Holiday' is a lie," I said, my voice trembling with rage. "They aren't waiting ten chapters to delete us. They're deleting us one by one, whenever the 'Reader' gets bored." "They're pruning the cast," Selene whispered, her eyes wide. "They’re getting rid of the 'Extra' characters to save space."

"You killed her for what's inside this box." "I killed her because she forgot her place, child," Costa said, his voice dropping into a chilling, parental register. "She thought a few lines of ink could unseat a dynasty that took forty years to build. Look around you. The world doesn't run on names in a leather book. It runs on the routing numbers Arthur is deleting right now. Without them, your little book is just a collection of ghost stories." A sharp electronic chime echoed from the laptop screen. Transfer Deletion: 75% Complete.

Every single page detailing the full extent of the Sovereign Luna's power, how her abilities were unlocked, and why the mark vanished for three hundred years had been torn away with violent, precise force. "No, no, no!" I panicked, shoving the book aside and grabbing another codex from the shelf: The Fall of the First Dynasty. I flipped to the middle. The pages regarding the Silver Mark were shredded. I grabbed a third journal: The Lost Rituals of Asteria. Torn. A fourth: The Bloodlines of Nocturna. Ripped completely clean from the binding. Every single book in this forgotten library that contained an explanation of the mark had been deliberately destroyed.

Thorne murmured quietly, his features hardening. I looked down at the open book, and I went still for a moment. The specific page covering the dates of the restricted shelf access had been carefully, flawlessly cut out from the binding. It wasn't smudged or water-stained. It had been removed with a razor-sharp blade. I deliberately closed the leather register. “They aren't just hiding a book anymore, Thorne,” I whispered into the dark, my eyes flaring a blinding gold. I turned my head toward the tall window that overlooked the sleeping palace grounds, my jaw setting.

Someone had taken that corner of the photograph between two fingers and pulled, deliberately and completely, removing that face and leaving nothing but ragged white paper and the edge of a dark suit jacket. I turned it over. Nothing on the back. No names. No date. No explanation for why this photograph had been hidden inside a legal book in a private library, or why someone had removed one face and left the other two intact. I stood there holding it. Thought about the wardrobe. The self-deleting message. The smiling man at the gate. Damien's hand closing slowly in the car. This house was full of things that had been deliberately cut away. And the torn edge of that photograph — that careful,

Samuel said coldly. "My brothers are not afraid of death," said Xiaobai. "But I don't want my brother to die in vain." After saying that, Samuel moved his hand and tied the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book to Xiaobai. "If the situation is not right, take it with you. Your brothers are all in it. The person who controls this book inside and I have a secret number. As long as you read the secret number, it will release those strange beasts. By the way, some strange beasts are removed from the contract. They are injured and can't come out, or they will die immediately, understand?"

They disgust me. A small bird lands before me, staring at me with curiosity. But you know what they say? Curiosity killed the cat, in this case however, a bird. I clutch it suddenly in my hand, squeezing it slowly until it's eyes begin to bulge and it's chest is pushed above my knuckles. I hear the 'crunch' of it's bones cracking, blood drips from it's beak. I cast it aside in disgust. Pathetic creature.

For a while, he just stared at me but then shook his head anyway saka mas lalo pang nilakihan ang hakbang nito as he headed to the business section, causing me to half run and half walk just to keep up with him. Goddammit! "Ms. Javier?" "W-What?" I answered with heavy breaths dahil sa kahahabol rito. "Take this." Then he suddenly throw a book that weighs like a bag of rocks to me na taranta ko namang sinalo. "What's this?" Naguguluhang tanong ko rito when he suddenly gave me that gray book. 'Ways to kill competitors' Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when I read those words boldly printed on its cover.

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

I asked, fear gripping my chest. “I have to go back and help my people,” she said. “These books can’t fall into the wrong hands. Promise me you’ll go. It was an honor knowing you.” “Why does this feel like a goodbye?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. Why did everything good have to end? “Because it is,” she said softly, before turning away. She raised her hands, casting a spell to burn the library to the ground. Some knowledge was better destroyed than left for the enemy to find.