Ichor: Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.

“Don’t you understand? That book... is a gold mine of knowledge!” “Er...” “That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” I dropped the book in shock. ________________

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

"I think... it means our destinies are entwined with this chamber. This isn't just about uncovering forgotten tales. We have a role to play, a purpose." As she spoke, the whispers grew louder, enveloping the room in a symphony of voices. Shadows danced on the walls, forming images of past events—battles, rituals, moments of love and heartbreak. "The book is showing us the past," Orion whispered. "But why?" Liora turned to the next page, her eyes widening in shock. "Not just the past, Orion. Look!" On the parchment, vivid illustrations depicted Liora and Orion, standing together in the chamber, surrounded by a vortex of energy. The very next scene showed the land outside the chamber, but it w

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.