Golden Era Bookworm Novels & Stories

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

Either way, I needed to do some research, and so I quickly put my robe on and quietly left the room to head to my office. Once I was in my office, the first thing I did was turn on my computer and begin to search for information on the Golden Wolf. Of course, there wasn’t much available other than the legend of the Golden Wolf that every mother told her children. But there were some sources pointing to the existence of a very old book that contained information on the Golden Wolf. I found mention of the book on some obscure online mythology forums; people seemed to talk about it like it was some sort of Holy Grail of information. The legend was that it was written by the very man who claimed

I just lost hope at this point, my eyes were strained already. “Oh this brat, these kids always rely on the internet, not everythin’ in there is right!” The old man annoyingly said. “How to raise a goldfish.” I said. How could this old man know that book anyway? Maybe it wasn’t even a book in the first place. “Ah! A classic. The green book written by Henry Welsh? Ah, I remember that guy, I still feel sad about what happened to him.” The old janitor sighed as if he was at a loss.

Pisces’ Love 2nd 2043 6:32 Galeemic Light I was in my bedroom playing with the missing children and Charlotte, seconds later the door opened and looked at Charming Gold. “Charming Gold, is there something wrong?” I asked him “yeah, I just found this book with the acronym MGE” he said as he gave the book to me and opened it “this is not just any book Charming Gold. This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia hence the acronym MGE. It’s mostly girls as monsters from various mythologies and folklore, and they are overwhelmly united by love & sex. Fun fact I was very nice towards them want nothing but sex…But I don’t what happened to them when they found out that I wasn’t sex material honestly” I explai

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C era, along with an ancient thesaurus picture book. I'd be very busy today, the way I needed it to so I didn't have time to daydream. I didn't need any bad, sexy thoughts invading my occupied mind. If I happen to suffer from my excruciating heart ache, I brought some medicinal herbs and potions for pain as well. I sat at the hollowed out golden table in the library and read all three books. I patted on my skirt occasionally from the draft of wind coming from the giant's steps outside the room.

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously. Suddenly something clicked open in my mind, like a window shutter. Suddenly I could hear Alexander's thoughts, filtering into my own head like sunlight through that open window, the thoughts directed at the snarling wolves in front of him. Touch her, and I'll tear you apart, he seemed to say. Then he turned his regal head to me. Get behind me, he said through the wave of thoughts, and my eyes widened. "What?" I whispered. Get behind me, Elaine. Now!

I said to myself. I look around me and search for another book there I saw a gold-plated book that is covered in gems and expensive stones. I found it attractive, so I took it and try to open it. Unfortunately, the book won't open no matter how hard I try. I never thought it would be this hard to find one single grimoire. I was going to choose another book when I heard a voice of a little girl. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," the little girl warned me.

He spared her the manners, the phone still tucked at his ear and Scarlet at the other side. “Aunt Carol, could you describe the cover of that book you asked me to find the other day?” Emerald threw the question at Carol. Carol huffed and narrowed her eyes. She inspected Emerald's face and his phone. This was serious. “The book is incredibly old. Ancient. Like it’s the first book in the world. So old. The size is huge too. Empress used to keep it over the mahogany table. There is a dagger tucked in the cover smeared with some blood that is dried. But Empress never touched it again. There are some patterns of golden lines everywhere and rose. The rose is dried, but it is fragrant. It…” Carol w