Ichor: Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.