Gild Book Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Miyal's hand hovered over the etched sigil on the heavy iron door. Perfera. Who are you truly? He pressed his palm to the glyph. It throbbed — once, then cracked open like a dying breath. The scent within was dust and bloodroot ink. Piles of parchments. Scrolls concealed in iron tubes. Books bound from monsters unknown in generations. He lit a lantern and acted quickly. His time was short. He opened the first book. Genealogies of Bloodlines in Exile. The Spade crest — a serpent eating its tail — was emblazoned on the spine.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri

I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table. This red book just like the others didn't have any markings on the cover. It was covered in thick red scales that had a faint smudge of black on the tips of each as I ran my hand over the scales my hand began to tingle. I stood up watching as if my hand was the match that set off the sparks around all the letters that appeared writing like magic in large bright glittering gold calligraphy "Pendragon" I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it mo

The voices still whisper words I don’t understand. “Up here,” Crimson gestures to the empty space I created, but his finger points upwards to the very top shelf. I look around for a ladder before calling for Mathias. He steps down the long row followed closely by Tawny and Althea who watch on with curious eyes. Mathias lifts me up and my fingers brush the book that sends a jolt of sparks down my hand and up my arm. Removing the book, I find a box hidden behind it. “Here,” I say as I pass books down to Crimson while my giant still holds me up.

Only a steady presence, like the second beat of a quiet drum. The clerk returned with an armful of volumes and a few rolled maps. “These are from the old catalogs. The Church sealed many of the oldest records, but these were permitted for scholars.” “Thank you.” He laid out a book bound in dark hide. The cover had no title. Inside, an engraving showed scales crossed by a circle. Her breath caught. The caption read: Equinox, She Who Measures.

Eyes flicked toward her, then toward the glowing banner above. Moore / Calder The academy had crowned them. Now it was studying the crown for cracks. Nyx grabbed a cup of bitter black coffee from the breakfast station and leaned against a marble pillar. Across the hall, a group of second-years pretended not to stare. She raised the cup slightly. They scattered. “Subtle intimidation tactic.” Alaric’s voice arrived beside her like a blade sliding into its sheath. Nyx didn’t look up. “They started it.” “You enjoy it.” “Not the fear.” She sipped the coffee and grimaced. “Honest.” Alaric followed her gaze across the hall.

Once my bedroom door was shut; she walked to my closet, and as I watched her, she turned a hook on the side, and the back of my closet opened, and a light came on. Inside was another impressive closet. I walked inside and saw gowns like in the renaissance times yet different. Kieran went to a small door and opened it. Inside was a silver with a gold trimmed gown and, on the floor, were silver shoes trimmed in gold. On a shelf above the gown on a plush gold pillow was a crown of silver and gold and what looked like diamonds and pearls. “Your ceremonial gown. We have it here for safe keeping.” It was breathtaking, and I never saw anything like it. It was royal indeed. I touched the fabric and

Lilly said. Chan was curious. “Do you like the Sacred Sword series, Lilly?” Lilly nodded. “I like all the pictures,” she said. “They’re so beautiful. The black and gold Naga. The white and gold Garuda.” Chan chuckled. Those were pictures of her digital art. It had taken her ages to get those right, and there were plenty more where they came from. “I have two more books at home. Do you want to read those as well?” Lilly nodded in excitement. “Oh, yes, please. When can I get them? Tomorrow?”