Ilvermorny Books Novels & Stories

Everything stilled around Talia. The young woman closed the book as she repeated those final words. There's wasn't even a fraction of her brain that could process anything but an overwhelming itch that had got a hold on her entire body. Her hands twitched helplessly by her side, the urge to throw herself in Lukas arms intensifying.

I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

said Panjik. Coralis and Sebastian looked at each other. She wanted to ask them if they found the necklace and if the spells worked, but she figured that she would need to tell them first that it wasn’t the Silverling Heart that was found. She nodded to him and proceeded to tell them the full story, starting from the moment she had to duel her relative for the Rawindra Sword. Emery and Eva laughed. “That’s a very well-thought-out plan, I must say, which makes me wonder if a similar story was behind the Vase of Crimson Sky. Was there?” said High Fay Ellya.

Sienna crashed to the marble floor, Roman’s hand jerking her down as glass shattered somewhere in the guts of the estate. Her elbow smashed into the stone, a jolt of pain shooting up her arm, but it got lost in the rush tearing through her. Footsteps pounded closer—fast, hard, stomping from the east side of the house. Too many boots, too much purpose. Her breath hitched, the silver key digging into her palm where she gripped it like a lifeline.

The shelves were arranged neatly in rows and every book was clearly indexed by their names and subjects. The librarian explained the system to me and once she was finished asked if I had any questions. “I need the books about sorcery,” I explained. “Where would those be located?” “They’re in a separate room,” she answered, and she retrieved a ring of keys from her gray plaid trousers. “I’ll unlock it for you.” She led me to the separate room and after she unlocked the door, she bade me farewell and left me on my own. I wasted no time and hunted through the books. I read each of the spines until I found one that read “Ewonmiams”.

I asked with little curiosity. A boy like him shouldn't be tied to the Temple. "No, another item will replace its position. But no worries, I love my job." The book had a sorcerer’s wand coloured violet on the cover. A blue smooth bookmark was attached to it. The book's edges looked like silver but felt like liquid mercury. "You can take the shortcut at the end of this room." "Thanks," I mouthed out. I walked to the other end of the room and placed my hand on the wall, waiting for something to happen.

The silver sliver of moonlight streaming through the window seemed to taunt me with its calm beauty, so at odds with the storm brewing within my mind. "Elara Windrider," I whispered, the name carrying both hope and dread. My fingers trailed over the spines of aged leather-bound books that lined the shelves, filled with lore and secrets of our kind-knowledge that may soon prove vital, should Elara choose to grace us with her presence.

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.

Twisted. Shifted color. White turned gold. Gold deepened to crimson. And the relic shattered in the priest’s hands. Not explosively. Disintegrating into ash. Silence crushed the courtyard. The clergy staggered back in horror. One fell to his knees. “You’ve corrupted it,” he whispered. Lily stared at her unburned palm. “No,” she said softly. “I completed it.” The words were instinctive. Not rehearsed. And the air trembled in agreement.

There, in the center of the clearing stood a beautiful white wolf, who seemed to be staring directly at her. Ivy knew this was Mirabella, her inner wolf, calling out to her. Mirabella's eyes seemed to glow with a mysterious power. Without hesitation, Ivy stepped forward and Mirabella put Ivy in a sleepy state. When Ivy awoke, she found herself in a place that seemed like a dream. She was surrounded by a beautiful meadow of wildflowers and a peaceful river flowing in the background. She could feel a magical presence around her and knew that Mirabella was watching over her.