First Novel Of The World Novels & Stories

I sat down and looked at her expectedly, “So I guess we should start with the basics. What’s your name?” She chuckled, “I know, I’m a ghoul. It must be hard seeing someone like this for the first time.” I shrugged, “Definitely a bit different, but I suppose I should get used to it. I’ve never been here before.” “I’m Rachelle,” she introduced herself. “Who are you and why are you here?”

Hello readers, First of all I want to say Thank you so much for picking up my book to read and giving your precious time to read my first fiction romantic novel. This is the first time I've written a novel and this novel is very close to my heart. One message which I learned while writing this book I write down here and that is,

Alex ordered, his face hard. "Well," he walked around Alex. "Time stood still and we were like spectators to what it was like before creation, a black, dark void of complete nothingness. The day was the first day of a new age. Everything has begun again. As before, we have the coming of a star, a comet to light our way, and a treasure, to unlock the unknown." "That is what is in the book," Alex said, still not satisfied. "Let's find it then."

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.

"Elara, look at the thread. That isn't ink. It’s Silk of the Void." The Special Correspondent retreated a step, his rapier trembling. "The 'Original Author'... we don't speak that name in the Postal Service. We call him the First Draft. Before the Shop, before the Library, there was a man who wrote the world with a single pen. He didn't like 'Variables.' He didn't like 'Growth.' He wanted a perfect, static masterpiece." "And the South?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Why is he erasing the South first?"

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—

Audrey said, closing her eyes as the stasis-mist began to fill the chamber. The first dawn on the new world—tentatively named Novus—was a silent explosion of violet and pale gold. As the twin suns rose over the horizon, the blue sands of the valley began to shimmer, vibrating with a high-frequency resonance that caused the bronze-wood hull of Aethelgard to hum in a low, minor key.