Gild Book Series Novels & Stories

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

She walked toward the circle of students, and they moved back as if a lion were walking through them. Ivy stopped in front of Bianca. She looked down at the notebooks on the ground. She picked one up and brushed off the dirt. "This book has the design for your father's next summer line, Bianca," Ivy said. Her voice was quiet, but everyone heard it. "I wrote it six months ago. I was going to give it to Julian to help your family as a gift. Because I thought you were my friend." Bianca’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Isabella gave him a sharp, commanding look, her hand resting lightly against his forearm, her grip tight and steady. Dante wrenched the heavy granite slab upward, revealing a deep, steel-lined rectangular vault built directly into the foundations of the church. Resting inside the dark recess, covered in a thin layer of grey stone dust, was a massive, leather-bound ledger with a heavy steel lock plate—the identical match to the book that had disappeared from the Rossi estate ten years ago. The blood ledger was open. The calculation was almost complete.

The Dragon King Lucas Voskopoulos Eighteen fucking months of deep excavation in South America and Egypt. Those were the possible places that the ancient book has referred to. Their hands remained empty. Not even a sliver of dust from the said tomb. It was a fucking needle in huge bundles of haystacks. To add more salt to injury, during his absence, there were raids and thievery on the kingdom's treasury. The renegades and rogues became bolder. Some managed to get away with bars of gold and silver. Though it did not dent his riches, it still irked. A nuisance and it grated on his nerves.

I ask them when I cross over to where they were hovering a map. Before they could say anything, Rowena walked in. “What's the urgency?” She asked, pulling the chair to sit down. Lucian explained that he found a book containing information about the mystery pack that existed before the Bluemoon was created. The only problem is that the book needs Luna’s blood to be opened, and that's why they call my mate here. Once the guys push the book toward her, she wastes no time cutting her finger and drops a drop of blood on the book, which lights up, and the lock on it breaks. She flipped the first page and started to read.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

I thought of preparing to produce in large quantities of ancient godly pellet for Justine so I passed the forest at airport hills and picked some of the ingredients and went home. I thought of going through the remaining two books to access what the book contains. Having eaten some fruits to my satisfaction I sat down behind the three books. I didn’t waste much time on the elixir production book. I took the third book to look at the caption. Behold it was chanting for astral power to rule the world, all the episodes. I quickly began to flip through the book to check if the book really contains all the episodes. It was from volume one up to volume twenty. I couldn’t hide my excitement. But I

So, he was only able to make middle-grade middle-quality talismans. As the saying went, talent works, genius creates. Gerald was the genius. With just a little guidance, he was able to grasp it immediately and then create surprisingly amazing things. At the moment, Gerald was drawing on the talisman in front of him swiftly. It was a golden dragon. Gerald had seen this golden dragon pattern in an old book. He reckoned it was mysterious and challenging, so he decided to give it a try. That old book had been given to him by Chace for his learning. Apart from those patterns that were used to make perfect quality talismans, Gerald had basically learnt all the other patterns. This golden dragon wa

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.