I've Been Reading Books Of Old Novels & Stories

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

Theo’s POV I run my fingers along the leather spines of the ancient tomes, feeling the bumps and scratches carved by centuries of use. Most of these books haven’t been touched in years. Their bindings crackle softly under my touch, and the scent of old parchment clings to the air—earthy, musty, and somehow comforting.

Without hesitation, I strode toward the shelves, the ones that held the old leather-bound book Beta Raymond had once brought out when he had mentioned about pack’s ancient histories. Author here: What could this mean?

Floor to ceiling shelves lined every wall, packed densely with old books bound in literally leather and cloth. “Wow,” I whispered to myself, the word barely audible as I ran my fingers along the rows of ancient looking books. Some titles were in languages I didn’t even recognize. Latin or was it Aramaic? Probably, or maybe it's older dialects lost to time. I kept exploring, fully astonished by my discovery. “This place is insane. Who even reads all these? How many lifetimes would it take to get through even a fraction of them?” I wondered as I took out a heavy tome at random, its pages were yellowed and fragile.

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.

I Peter and a few others went into relentless research on what makes this hybrid weak. There is an old library in the manor, That has been locked up since my father died. I have never had the reason to open it up because it only makes me miss my old men more but I remember that it used to have the most ancient books in it. Maybe it will have something about these hybrids. Peter, Pogo and I spent most of our time there searching for something, anything that could be of use and we did find something.

ancient, the pages brownish. "Go ahead, I'll just sit here doing nothing," Axel said, and I almost felt bad for him; he seemed already bored, and I hadn't even started. My hands trailed down the line of ancient history books, and then there was a book that caught my attention; it seemed more recent than the other books. I picked it out of the shelf; there was another book behind it; I took that out too. The book had been titled 'Barbara's Fantasies'.

The scent of old parchment and ink fills my nose as I sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by stacks of books I barely understand. I don't know how long I've been sitting hear for, neither do I know exactly what I’m looking for. Maybe something about Lycans? Maybe a clue about my past? Hell, maybe a step-by-step guide on how to wake up my so-called “dormant” gene and beat Victor’s smug face into the dirt. That would be useful. Instead, I get ancient, barely legible texts about battles long forgotten. I exhale through my nose, rubbing my temples.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

Just then, an idea hit Azalea's thinking the moment she saw some stacks of very old books in another separated session. They were arranged from the floor all the way to the top, that it even looked so discouraging to pick a book from there. They were like books that had stayed for too in the library, and were not also easy to get rid of because of its ancient knowledge. Not really anything of interest to the new generation. "I think we might probably find something relating to witches there," Azalea nudged Ayden who was lost, looking at other books that also seemed to catch his interest.