Ichor: Book 소설 & 이야기

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.

After calling me several times, Ian finally got my attention. He stood on tiptoes, trying to see the book's contents. "What's it about?" "Finance," I replied automatically. I'd grabbed the book randomly and hadn't even looked at it. After standing in one position for over an hour, my legs and neck were stiff. I closed the book and stretched. "Collector's Guide to Jewelry and Precious Stones." Ian read the cover as I closed it. I: ...

I moved away from it. “Scaredycat,” Vlarr sneered. I glared at him, daring him to repeat himself. I felt Barlas's eyes on me–cold like ice. I stopped myself from looking into them. There was something unnerving about the way his eyes glowed tonight. “Begin,” his voice rumbled. I saw Orchid produce a book out of thin air. I recognized it. It was the same old book with worn-out cover that she'd been studying the night Zonda had been caught.

Ighor bowed, then he walked out of her study. She sighed and continued reading the Book of Souls. After a while, she closed the book and took it down into the secret chamber. The box, dripping with blood, floating in the air, opened. With magic, she levitated the book and kept it in the box. She couldn't walk into the glowing circle. With the book safely back in place, she exited the secret chamber. She walked out of her study and went to check on Ighor. As she walked into his room, she found him on the floor. Her eyes widened and she rushed over.

It was a risky thing to do, considering I was traveling with two vampires, but since I had no pen or fire to provide charcoal, I saw no other option. I stood with my feet planted firmly apart and my arms raised to the sky as I read my spell in a soft, firm tone, “Tóg dom as an áit seo do bhaile, a chur chugam díreach ná a dhéanamh dom roam. Cheilt dom ó gach súl draíochta, dom a chosaint ó bhannaí ina gceangal mar sin iad siúd perusing dom dall.”

I hoped something to happen…but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, we felt the book….move. The book began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the table. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Xenos threw his hands on either side of him and threw his head back. He began chanting again, the words feeling more ominous and eerie to me. The book stopped rattling all of a sudden and it grew silent. And then before I could suck in my breath, the book’s pages flipped and it lay open. From the center, rose a dark circle.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

I feel as if I have waited forever to see him. I look out the window and see that the sun has rose nearly to midday on the horizon. I did not work today and have just been laying here. I know this is not normal for me and I am itching to do something. I just do not know what. I have read Draco's book many times as well as his poem. I have read everything in this hut many times. I do need something to do.

At length, he came across another old book, covered also by a thick film of grime. The words "The Mystic Diabolic Enchantment" were on the face of its cover. Xiao Chen's brows furrowed with curiosity. As he was once a student of a Cultivators' sect, his interest was piqued at the "Diabolic" word he saw on the cover of the book. He flipped opened the book. But when he opened the book, the rest of the pages swiftly turned as if being blown by a strong wind. The words from the book floated off its pages and melded together into a black mass of smoke which suddenly shot into his forehead.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming