Fable: The Lost Chapters Novels & Stories

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

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I could not see with my heart ripped from my chest, everything taken away from me. THIS IS THE END OF PART A. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A PROLOGUE FOR PART B OF THIS BOOK.

Pulsing with breath. She watched a child trace hers with a finger, eyes wide, as if she'd been chosen. But chosen by what? In the bloomvault, Siran opened a book she had never dared read: The Lost Foundations a fragmented tome Mira Hale had once sealed with a blood-lock, left only to be opened in “times when silence begins to speak again.” It held fragments of pre-Pact casting. Drawings not made by hand, but traced from bloom-echo. And on page 37, she found a name etched in ink older than the Pact itself:

The elegant script introduced the book as being written by a man who claimed to have lived amongst the Fae, and from his experience in the Fae Court had taken a collection of hearth stories and told the truth behind them. I flicked through the pages, looking for mention of sirens, when a picture stopped me. The sketch was skilfully done by someone with a talent for it and was used to introduce a collection of stories about the Fae’s cruelty. A man blinded for looking upon the Fae Hunt, another who forgot his own family for stealing a flower from a garden in an enchanted forest, children and young people stolen... I looked at Rivyn, and back at the picture. Coincidence, I decided, or family r

Orange flames quickly swallowed the yellow sheet. As the sigil burned down to black ash and drifted away into the night, carried by the wind, my body felt lighter than ever before. I knew it. The connection was completely gone. 'Cecilia… 'Every bit of luck you stole from me is about to come back. 'With interest. 'The dark magic you relied on will start to turn against you. 'Like a greedy black hole, it will devour all the luck of you and the people closest to you first,' I thought, smiling into the night.

“But what they feared most… was never lost. It only slept.” The candlelight dimmed to a cold blue as her fingers traced the faded ink. Symbols began to glow faintly upon the parchment — words not written but summoned. The air trembled, and then— —the chamber dissolved. --- The world shifted. Stone turned to sand, and the hum of magic grew into a roar. The air was dry, thick with incense and fire. Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame.

Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.