Green Mantle Book Novels & Stories

I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the leather cover. The scent of wildflowers and ozone was so strong it made my head spin. Unlike the other floating books, this one sat heavy and grounded on the pedestal, as if it were the anchor for the entire room. The title was embossed in a regal, ancient script: "How to Mute Your Change's Resonance and How to Detect Another Change." "It’s exactly what the Queens said we needed," Sol whispered, leaning over my shoulder. "A way to move without alerting the Eclipse."

In the center of a cavernous chamber stood a solitary pedestal, and upon it sat a leather-bound book, its spine cracked and held shut by a network of silver thorns reminiscent of twisted vines. As Autumn stepped closer, curiosity and trepidation battling within her, the pendant lifted from her chest, glowing with an intensity that illuminated the chamber. Instantly, the silver thorns curled backward, withering like dried leaves struck by flame, and the book creaked open. Autumn held back, wary of touching its pages; instead, they began to turn of their own accord, gaining momentum in a magnetic display. The pages revealed a kaleidoscope of sketches, esoteric runes, fragmented notes in faded

The fruit explodes across my tongue—sweeter than any apple has a right to be, with undertones of something wilder, something that tastes like the magic pulsing in the orchard's heart. Morning in the Hidden Bowl takes my breath away. The valley stretches before me, bathed in golden light that catches on dew-drenched grass and turns it to diamonds. The air carries scents impossible to name—clean earth, wild magic, flowers that shouldn't bloom in what should be Nevada desert. Behind the clubhouse, mountains rise, their peaks disappearing into mist that shimmers with protective spells.

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

at the point when his eyes turned a terrifying red. It at last contacts me, scarcely more than a murmur of air, charging towards my chest. In any case, the apparition skips off, my body out of nowhere encircled with a shocking shine. What is this? It is green and brilliant, similar to the emerald in my ring, practically like one of those atmospheres I have learned about in dream books. I back facing a tremendous oak tree, dread mounting in my heart. Am I going to live against this ghastly thing? How might I battle against something I don't have the foggiest idea?

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

This felt like it was vibrating on the page and she could not help but touch it. A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.”

"Great, another problem." "Ace, you can take a shock, right?" Gomez asked. "No, this is mine," Elle said with eyes closed. A green light glowed from her chest. The teeny violet gem on the book glowed too. She reached out for the book and took it. "You should know a book like this wouldn't be that easy to touch," her eyes were still closed. "You could have warned me," I whined, massaging my popping veins. "You could have used your head," she countered. The book opened easily for her.

CHAPTER 9 The Ghost in the No-Man ’s-Land POV: Elara The "Divide" wasn’t just a line on a map; it was a physical atmospheric shift. On the pack side, the air was heavy with the static of magic and the musk of the wild. On the human side, it smelled of exhaust, ozone, and possibility. I stood in the "No-Man’s-Land," a stretch of silver-birch forest where neither law fully applied. The moon was a jagged shard above, and my lungs were whistling; a thin, pathetic sound that mocked my expensive silk coat.