Ichor: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

I know I am leaving you all with a lot of unresolved questions in book 1 but I promise that I am going to do justice to all of it in BOOK 2. I really have no idea that I would be about to write 20 chapters of a book not to say 70 chapters and now, I’m making a BOOK 2!! I wouldn’t have come this far without your support and encouragement guys, thank you. If you have any question for me, you can dm me on my i*******m page; username; orits_shola. And then, finally!! If you are wondering if BOOK 2 is out, it is out!! And you can find it with the name LOVE IMPOSSIBLE: A MAFIA'S LIFELINE.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.

“I just wanted to change the environment a bit. You’ve gotten your wolf dragon now. So there is nothing taking us back there.” Nyxoria looked down at the worn-out book still in her hands, her fingers gently running across the rough, faded cover. “So, are you the owner of this book?” she asked curiously once again. Ora stepped closer and gently took the book from her hands, flipping it open with practiced fingers. “What do you think?” she asked. “These are poems. Very old ones.” “Do you understand the writing? The language looks strange to me,” Nyxoria asked, tilting her head.

Although I’m not too better off myself, pacing the hallway like a lunatic, sipping the same espresso I’d reheated three times and still hadn’t drunk. I told myself I was chill. But my wolf kept pacing in circles inside me. She was too far away and naturally, I didn’t like it. Not one bit. ALPHA GAVIN I found something online, some kind of old book but scanned very poorly. It was one I hadn’t seen before since I buried myself in my research. It seemed almost ancient with visible ruins and the title was faded. No signs of an author name either. Just a mark, a crescent moon carved into the spine.

He wrote his full name and filled in the other details. “I’m signing for two.” He told the man and then propelled the book toward him. The man closed the book and then cocked his way toward the open corridor. “Go find your book.” Miles and I exchanged glances. We had no idea where to begin from. I sighed and gave my forehead a delicate scrape. “You might have to help us look around.” “And what are you guys looking for?” “Chicago Curses Volume 1.” I replied. His eyes lingered on me then they darted back to Miles.

Did we have the wrong address? The door at the end of the dark corridor opened, and a man stepped on the sill, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of seconds. It was him. The man who had dared to touch what was mine. I gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger again, but he dodged and trotted back into the room. “Dom,” I called and followed through the door, down to what looked like a basement. The place smelled horrible, like the sewer. There were rows of rooms, all torture chambers. Most of the doorknobs were coated with blood and even the gritty grey walls had blood smeared on them. The door at the very end had its lights on, and I ran toward it.