Inscribe A Book Novels & Stories

He picks up the scroll, unfolds it lid, and folded it back when he realised the scroll was a map, and after he searched for the marked region before folding the map. He picks up the book, examining it. "What is this old piece of trash." arching a disdainful brow, while blowing away the situated dust, he reads out the only word inscribed on its cover. "Inscripus." The pages of the book flips open and stops at a chapter. A magic circle was drawn on the opened page, and an instruction was written below the circle of the same page. 'Place a drop of blood with your hand upon the circle, and another drop on the map you possess. Say the

I carefully run my hand over the crisp and dry covering, brushing the remaining grime away allowing the barely visible royal blue pigment to break through even more than it already had done before. Faded gold inscriptions decorate the book in its entirety while a hallow crescent moon sits delicately in its centre. Within its shape, tribal-inspired patterns flow gracefully within its confines, amplifying its already distinct beauty. I trace my finger above the intricate engravings, taking my time as I allow each and every detail to sink in and settle within my crammed mind, mesmerised by it almost hypnotically. A brief yet amplified dose of déjà vu hits me unexpectedly as my fingertip makes a

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

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I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

"Within its pages lie the secrets you seek." Sable accepted the book with reverence, tracing her hand over the intricate golden engravings on its cover. As she opened it, a soft glow emanated from the pages, illuminating her face with a warm light. The figure smiled knowingly and spoke again. "In this book, you will find the knowledge and wisdom of those who came before you. It contains the essence of all that has been discovered and learned throughout history."

If there was an answer anywhere… It would be here. I searched through the oldest section first, carefully running my fingers across cracked leather bindings faded by time. One book after another came off the shelf. None of them mentioned curses. I kept looking. Finally… One worn spine caught my attention. Across the faded cover, a single word had been pressed into the leather. Curses. I carefully pulled the heavy book free. Dust drifted into the air as I carried it to a nearby table and sat down. Taking a steady breath, I opened the first page. “Well…” I whispered to myself. “Here we go.”

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Kneeling down, she picked it up and read the title. “THE BOOK OF FORBIDDEN SPELLS.” There was no name of the creator anywhere on the book. Emmeline was not sure who had put the book in there but it was completely locked. The book was locked by a physical lock and a magical spell. She could tell because there was magic heat coming out from it.

"I also specifically went back." I picked it up carefully. A collection of folk stories wolves and moons and ancient bonds, illustrated in faded ink that had gone soft with age. The kind of book that had been loved by someone for a long time before finding a shelf. The kind of book that meant something to whoever had carried it. "Kael." My voice came out softer than I intended. "There's an inscription," he said. "Inside cover." I opened it. Four words in his handwriting. Clean and careful and slightly uneven in the way of someone who didn't write by hand often but had taken their time with this.