Face Of Book Novels & Stories

However, when I reached the spot where the presence seemed strongest, I was startled to find not a person but a book. It looked different from the many tomes and manuscripts filling the shelves of the library. The book was leather bound, and instead of facing me with its spine, it was placed on the shelf with its front cover facing me. It was dark—beautiful and deep obsidian. The edges were threaded and swollen because what I guessed had to be antlers were sewn into the edges. In the middle laid a blood-red jewel that seemed to shine in my face with its own light. The book was pumping with energy. I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me.

She was holding a book in her hands, the same book from Gonzalo’s office—the one with the faded cover and the strange title. As she opened the book, the words seemed to shift, rearranging as if they were alive, just waiting for her to read them. Before she could focus, a figure appeared beside her. A man. His smile was wide as if his joy was uncontainable. But despite the smile, something was unsettling about him. His eyes didn’t match the expression on his face. They were cold and empty. Yet, there was something in his gaze that Eliana couldn’t look away from.

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”

She stood on tiptoe, took that book off the third shelf, and seriously flipped through it. In the book, there is a photo of a man and a woman, the two of them embracing each other sweetly and closely, the blue eyes filled with the love of an extremely outstanding woman, with an extremely beautiful appearance.

Notes scribbled in tight handwriting. Symbols I didn't recognize. Runes, maybe. He was studying the curse. I kept flipping. More sketches. More notes. Then— I stopped. The page was crumpled. Like someone had tried to throw it away and then changed their mind. I smoothed it out. It was a drawing of a woman’s face. Beautiful. Detailed. Drawn with care. My face. My heart stopped. I flipped back through the book, searching for a date. There In the corner of the page.

He took the seat beside me shaking his head. “It appears as though I’m dreaming” he said, smiling at me, “So, what is this book about?” “Know it for yourself” I said. He smiled at me opening the book. I started to read mine. At some point, I felt his eyes on me. I looked up to find him staring at my face. I stealthily looked back at the book, waiting for him to turn away, he didn't even seem to breathe. Without lifting my head up from my book I caught his chin on my right hand and directed it towards the book that was laid open on his hand.

The evening breeze immediately caressed my face scattering my hair all over my face the moment I opened door leading to the garden. Just as I expected, he was there looking dangerous and handsome as always. As soon as I stepped in, he faced me with his dangerous grey eyes which was starting to turn dark. But what drew my attention more was the book in his right hand. My mouth fell open as I stared at the book I had been trying to find all day. I looked back at his face and saw him watching me intently. “come” he beckoned on me with his hand. I walked slowly towards him.

He pressed both hands over his face and stayed there for a moment, just breathing. “I really hope Aurelian gets this right,” he said to no one. He dropped his hands. His eyes moved around the room and landed on the small stack of books on the desk. Something about the arrangement of them was quite unusual. He stood, crossed to the desk, and pulled the middle book from the stack. A folded paper sat between the pages. He opened it carefully. Six faces looked back at him, drawn in clean, precise lines. Aurelian had sketched them. The three alpha kings sat across the top of the page, their features captured carefully. Below them, three more faces.

"Cursed you? How? Why?" He gestured towards a worn leather-bound book lying open on the table. "Look." Hesitantly, I approached and peered at the faded photographs within. My breath hitched in my throat. Those weren't just ordinary pictures. They were glimpses into the past, depicting events that had long been forgotten. And there, staring back at me, were faces I knew intimately – my own, Kane's, and Dane's, though impossibly young, their eyes filled with a strange, almost manic intensity.

Large windows overlook the forest, their heavy curtains drawn just enough to let in silver threads of sunlight, making the space feel both scholarly and a little magical. I held back my giggle and went to a row, letting my fingers brush some books. The amount of books was almost overwhelming. I turned the corner and saw a bookkeeper. He glanced up at me and opened his mouth to speak but shut it when he saw Falcon behind me. Clearing his throat, he stepped down the makeshift podium his seat was sitting on, walking cautiously to us. He bowed to Falcon, then turned to me, his eyes curious. He could probably smell I was human. He had warm, deep brown skin and curious, intelligent eyes that seem