Inner Earth Books Novels & Stories

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

“A cult of nobodies praising this man walking around, holding out his wrinkly, boney hands. His mouth moves but no voice comes out unlike before. Echoing, bellowing loudly, and shiver sending one. ‘The one’ makes one at some numerous peaks.” The representative sends suggestiveness tones throughout her readings and the other person knows what she thinks. With the grin plastered on the older woman’s face, Jessica gives her the journal without closing it. Not hesitating to take it and realizing they are almost at the end. Scanning the page of where the younger one left and clearing her throat before the representative leans on her chair to listen. “The – uhh – carving of a red circle with the i

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

The shelves curve gracefully along the inner walls of the chamber, following the natural contours of the wood, each one laden with volumes of ancient lore and mystical knowledge. The books that line the shelves are a treasure trove of wisdom, collected over centuries by the Earth Goddess and Theo as they journeyed through the realms of magic and mystery. Leather-bound tomes and weathered scrolls share space with delicate manuscripts adorned with intricate illustrations, each one a testament to the rich tapestry of knowledge that lies within.

Give him a piece of paper, and he could build the Eiffel Tower. “He has. We also just bought Gabe a children’s book about a snail, it’s called Escargot. It’s pretty funny, about a French snail who slithers up a picnic table. But now I can’t kill the little buggers with Gabe trailing my every move—and they’re eating my precious garden.” Lizzy poked her in the arm. “Maybe you can do a snail relocation to a nearby hiking spot. Give Gabe a bucket for a mass gathering.” That made her friend laugh.

" No ... I live in you and you in me. Be true to your ideas, no matter how crazy they may seem. Nice night, my sky. I'll look for you soon, kisses. "Kisses my love, she said while she cried and disconnected from her magical love. She took the book that she had previously thrown and began to read it, only then, she could understand that she was trying to tell Azrael in a veiled way. The book contained stories about the existence of a civilization that lived inside the earth based on scientific arguments. It is supposed to be located in a concentric sphere inside the earth's surface where we live. It has an inner sun, what we call a nucleus. His life is extremely long. Their skin is somewhat g

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Compared to when Severin first opened up the Inner World, not only did its territory expand, but the power of its laws was also stronger. The heptagold energy was hidden in the earth, forming ordinary mineral deposits such as gold, silver, copper and iron. Severin even discovered that the first-born mineral deposits had evolved into immortal divine iron, tainted with spirituality. The wildfire fell to the earth, burning the rocks into hot magma, and eventually formed an active volcano. The energy of clearwater merged into the rivers and eventually converged in the ocean, causing the sea water to gradually become spiritual. The birth of dozens of laws gradually made the inner world more perfe

I raise my middle finger to all the flat-earthers that believe the earth is flat and we´re the only intellectual beings to exist. With that question, he cracked up like crazy. "Where are we? In a 1970's human-made alien movie?" he laughed again "What? I thought you aliens are all like that?" I shrugged. My knowledge all came from watching too much documentaries on Discovery Channel. ¨Don't you all want world domination? You're no more than just intergalactic capitalists. I mean humans are almost there too. We are planning on building a colony in Mars, in FREAKIN MARS! can you believe that? What about the ocean explorations? What have they found that made them so scared they had to urgently s

“It’s not just the Book. The connection is in the sacrifice we made!” She turned to the young Auditor. “You can’t go back any further. The Earth won’t let you. My mother is the soil—she remembers me!” The Auditor’s face twisted, smoke pouring out as his skin cracked. “The Earth is a product!” he screamed. “It has no memory!” “It has a soul!” June shouted back. She snatched the clipboard from his hand. It wasn’t a clipboard at all, but a piece of the Golden Book he’d tried to steal. June tore the page in half.