Figment Book の小説・ストーリー

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

"Fenrir fulfilled his dark purpose." "Yes." "Seraphina fulfilled hers." "Yes." "And what of the Child of Dawn?" The man's smile widened, an unsettling glimmer in his eye. "He exceeded every single expectation." He placed a heavy, leather-bound journal onto the stone table, the ancient dust swirling around it. The faded gold lettering on the cover read: *The Book of the First Age*. He flipped the heavy parchment pages open to the very final leaf. Inside was a meticulously detailed ink portrait. It wasn't a drawing of Fenrir, nor Elyria, nor the cosmic Seven Keepers. It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes.

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

But there it was: the bond, thin with the distance but present, the signal coming in. Fig made a sound. I said: I know. I don't know what I know. I know something. Tomorrow: Stellan's situation. The Alpha. Whatever comes after that. Tonight: I am parked outside a small hotel on the wrong side of the mountain pass and Fig is on my lap and the territory is a thread I can feel pulling north. I am going to follow it. She read. She read for a long time. The notebook was not a diary in the continuous sense.

Hundreds of tiny fragments floated into the air. Inside every fragment... a forgotten memory appeared. Adrian saw himself writing beside the White Tree. He saw himself building the Hall of Readers. He saw himself creating the White Book. Then... he saw something impossible. A lonely room. A crying child. And himself... closing a black book. As soon as the book closed... half of his own shadow separated from his body. It stood up. Opened its eyes. And smiled. The vision ended. Adrian staggered backward. The First Reader whispered,

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.

Stone replied after drinking his champagne. Paul and Alexander had decided their child's destiny without consulting them. They didn't know what they both have a different lover. --- Lucy seems aloof to everyone at their school. She seldom stayed around the crowd. She loves reading books at the library with her best friend Eloisa. Eloisa keeps her phone loud inside but the staff inside didn't warn her. Lucy who was always here knows how Ms. Patricia yelled at everyone when they were loud and using phones without a headset. " Hey, will you turn off your music? I can't concentrate on the books I'm reading!", I scold her softly but she just pouted her lips.

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was