Isolated Book Novels & Stories

Her attempt to tell a terrible lie made her cheeks red and the laughter of the two best friends only made her blush further. "Sweet. By the way, here's your book," Noah brought out her book under his shirt and handed it to her, for which she was forced to attend this bonfire. "Thanks, Noah," smiled Isabella as she took the book. Books are the closest to her. She always felt in her alone time that if she needed something, that was a good romance book. "You are welcome. Sit down now. I have something interesting for you girls," said Noah, reaching his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and bringing out an eye-catching flask.

With our meals eaten, we moved to the living room to read. Sarael already had the book from Shea and another old book out waiting for me on the sofa. “So, what is the other book?” I asked, nodding to it. “Oh, that’s one of mine. It’s the book I used for binding Isis. I am hoping there will be something about unbinding her inside.” she explained, picking the book up.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

Even the bishop, once warm and jovial, began requesting odd reports about Isabella’s daily activities. And Catherine—despite her physical absence—was ever-present. She had sent a parcel to the church. Inside was a book. No note. No name. Just the title embossed in gold: "The Altar We Burned." It was written in Isabella’s handwriting. But she had never written such a book. Arthur’s hands shook as he turned the pages. They detailed dreams Isabella had shared only with him. Secrets she hadn’t spoken aloud. The book was a threat.

“I don’t have a choice. Not anymore.” ‎The restricted section of the library was darker, even under the afternoon sun. Dust motes floated like tiny stars in the streams of light that managed to pierce the gloom. My shadows reacted immediately, curling around my ankles protectively, sensing the danger that hung in the air. ‎I ran my fingers along the edge of a tall shelf and found a narrow gap behind a row of spellbooks. Kaelen didn’t hesitate to step closer, his presence both reassuring and unnervingly intimate. I pressed my hand to the stone wall behind the shelf, revealing a small, hidden alcove. Inside, a single pedestal held a book unlike any I had ever seen. Its cover was black, etched

She pulled out a massive, beautifully bound hardcover book. It was Isabelle Voss's seminal cookbook. It was considered the most significant culinary text published in the last decade. Aurora slowly opened the heavy front cover. The thick paper smelled faintly of fresh ink and expensive binding glue. A short, handwritten message was scrawled across the title page in elegant black ink. "He chose the right one. Take care of him. He is terrible at being taken care of. — I.V." Aurora stood perfectly still at the center island. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She read the generous, devastating words twice. She closed the heavy book gently. She walked over to the wooden shelves and placed it s

I’d recognize Noah’s gentle footsteps anywhere. His persistence amused me. He’d never give up on anything which included me. I walked to the normally isolated section towards the back. There were no chairs here, only long aisles of books on History and Politics. The sweet odor of old books with notes of vanilla flowers and almonds wafted through my nose. It somehow calmed my disoriented mind that wanted a piece of anyone who dared stumble in my path. “Noah, I told you earlier. I am no mood to talk.”

Then I’d be in trouble. I couldn’t risk that. Not when I still needed to convince them to let Arlo go. So, with a quiet sigh, I stepped back from the shelves and turned toward the door, ready to leave the hidden chamber behind and content myself with the books I had already gathered. For now. But something caught my eye. On the topmost shelf of the opposite wall, a single book sat alone. Thick, ancient, its cover worn but still intact. And unlike the others, it wasn’t locked behind glass.

She was definitely ready for this date! ~•~ Meanwhile, Isabella had left the school premises before she brought out the strange book she had taken... well, stolen from the library. With so much curiosity, she flipped the front cover open... but there was nothing. Just a blank black page just like the front cover. And so was the second. And third. And fourth. And fifth! She turned the book to open it from the back. The same thing! What in heavens' name is going on? Strangely, she had the urge to check the middle of the book, but how was she to know the middle when there were no numbered pages! She sighed and decided to just open randomly.