Hushed Book Novels & Stories

Hudson scraped his nape, flashing his awkward smile. “No! You are very much needed here.” I chimed in. I was afraid if we were to be alone, Noah would continue our activity. Not that I hated it, I even let myself fall to his charm earlier, but this wasn’t a bedroom, and I still wanted to look for information about witches. This was the best place to search for it. Hudson’s face gleamed upon hearing me. “Honored Lady, please tell me. What are you looking for?” “The Book of Spells, preferably dark witches’ Book of Spells.”

Books had always been an easy way for her to escape the pressures of her life, and tonight that’s all she wanted to let go of this madness between Julienne and Ethan. She strode around the library, searching through every collection of books she found, and stumbled upon one of her favorite authors. Hannah picked the book off the shelf and sat down, back pressed against the wooden frame of the shelves, and as she opened the book, she heard a faint echo of a soft sigh and at first ignored it and started reading. A few minutes went by and she heard the echo again, this time with a deep breath. Hannah was gripped with fear, she quickly stood up, tiptoeing toward the other end of the shelf to che

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

A bed which looked smaller than a king's bed with a head board against the wall, it was balanced by both matching night stands on both sides and the most important thing that was in her room was the wall that was fitted with book shelves. Since she was on her last year she needed text books and luckily the handsome devil had provided them to her. After spending a pretty good time reading through the text books she lastly undressed herself and walked to the bathroom that had both the jacuzzi and bathtub. " What am l going to wear?", While washing her body she asked herself.

There were no other things except for the book. Right! It was one of the ten secret treasures of the realm, ‘The Sacred Book Of Answers’ or also knows as, ‘The Oracle'. “Do you know why I brought you here?” Diamond shook his head and stared at his uncle’s hands when he held the floating book on his grip easily. From what he knew, that sacred book has its own soul and it would punish the person with a dark intentions. If the book don’t like the person's soul and he will hold it, it would instantly burn him alive even the kings with powers. It’s both magical and mysterious that’s why king Roswell decided to hide it in a hidden room where pure souls could only enter.

He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

"It's difficult to choose just one. But there is a particular book of poetry that holds a special place in my heart. It speaks of the complexities of the human spirit." Catherine's interest deepened, and she approached him, her gaze fixed on the shelf. "Would you mind sharing it with me?" Shawn reached for the book, gently pulling it out from its place. The cover was worn and aged, a testament to the many times it must have been read in the past. “This is 'Whispers of the Soul' by renowned poet Alexander Sinclair," Shawn said, holding the book delicately in his hands. "His words have a way of touching the deepest parts of one's being, unraveling the mysteries of the human experience."

Amber said before she could complete what she was saying. “That’s right,” Hazel didn’t deny it and she went ahead to say, “Aiden came to see me with this book. It is the book of prophecy.” Amber looked down on the book and leaned forward before opening the pages but all she saw was blankness. Raising her eyes up to look at Hazel, she asked with a frown, “Why doesn’t it have any words? Or is it that I can’t read it because I am mortal?” “Anyone can read it,” Hazel replied, “but the words disappeared immediately after the last war.”

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.