I Shall Not Be Moved Book 소설 & 이야기

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

I won't bring them home anymore. "Also, I'll make sure to come home every week to accompany you. Can't you move back in with me? Please?" Was this what Noah meant by having thought it over for days? "Mr. Lloyd, there's no need for any changes because what happened in the past can stay in the past. Goodbye." I flung off Noah's hand and hurried toward Asher. Noah still chased after me, trying to pull me back to him by force. Asher immediately stepped forward and stood in Noah's way, shielding me in his embrace instead.

She moved slowly, and walked as quickly as she could to the book, careful not to trip on the stones which were so heated against her feet. Slowly, she knelt on the stones and pulled the wooden book from where it sat. It was like a magnet, and it firmly moved with her. Something told her that no one would have been able to hold the book except for her. She quickly walked away from the stones before they burned her foot. Something moved past her so fast that she jolted towards the left. Oh, my goodness! What was that? “Read,” a voice came out of nowhere. ‘Who are you?” Clarissa called out.

The specific softening of someone being moved without deciding to be moved. She let him hold her finger. She did not move.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

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.

Even if no one is here aware of our entrance, they shall soon be made aware of the minute they are phoned by the security company. We quickly step outside and make our way back the way that we came. Satisfied that we have not been seen, we regroup. There are two things that are very clear, the Book has been moved, and the holder now knows that we are searching for it. This does mean only one thing; we shall have to get Elloise to help us track the Book, for I fear it shall be moved again. So with much disappointment, we turn down the road to walk back to the car; I still cannot understand how this road can be so awfully dead this time of night. And if the silence is not enough, the skies are

“Lucid, girl. Now, we dance.” END BOOK 1

Elena’s voice echoed again in her mind: “Confront the truth, no matter how ugly.” Bella swallowed the lump in her throat and turned toward the nearest shelf. There was a subtle groove along the edge—a mark she’d never noticed before. She pressed the card against it. A faint click broke the silence. Then a low hum, soft but unmistakable, as a section of the bookshelves began to shift backward. The sound was masked easily by the city’s endless hum outside, but to Bella it felt deafening. The ten-foot wall of books moved away from her, revealing a narrow passage. Cold light spilled from inside, sterile and metallic.