Isolated Book Novels & Stories

I shrugged it off as I asked-" Did you find out about the book of Elis?" He nodded as he blinked a few times after which his eyes went normal. He said-" It is not that easy princess. The book of Elis is not that simple to get. It's the most secret and holy book in WitchLand and was protected in a tomb" I frowned as I asked-" Tomb?"

Step by step, they ascended the narrow stairs, the air thick with the scent of smoke and something old and bitter. At the end of the hall, Aurelia’s bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Christopher pushed it open. The room was empty except for one thing—a burned book lying on the bed, its edges charred and brittle, ashes scattered around it. Isla leaned closer, eyes narrowing. The cover was mostly destroyed, but one word remained clear: Confession. She flipped through the blackened pages, the fragile paper crumbling beneath her fingers. One page survived almost intact. Scrawled hastily was a single line:

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

I blinked, “Two days?” She nodded and sat in the chair beside the bed, “You nearly burned a hole through the planet, Isabella. We weren’t even sure your body would survive the magic’s rejection.” I swallowed, “It… it didn’t feel like rejection. It felt like... birth.” Her gaze sharpened, “That’s not far from the truth.” She reached into the satchel beside her and pulled out an aged book, its leather cover cracked with time. She set it gently on my lap. The title was in a language I couldn’t read, but something about it made my fingertips tingle.

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 muttered, rocking Jodie. I had to let Flavia focus, so I stepped away from her and let my eyes roam around the section, hoping I would find a few books myself. Despite the countless eye-catching books with captivating covers in that section, I couldn’t shift my gaze off one particular book because it stood out to me. “Of course, it does,” Liya grunted as we both looked at the dirty and half-torn small book. “Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.”

A pause He went on, "But I know this," as he did. "Institutions won't be able to negotiate our lives in their current form." She held his gaze. “No,” she said. "Uniquely by us." They didn’t touch. They didn’t promise. But something shifted—not backward, not forward. Inward. That night, alone again, Elara opened her notebook. She wrote one line. Isolation is the price of clarity—but connection survives it. She closed the notebook and turned off the light.

Isla who was making the bed suggested jokingly. "There is a book with such title?" I asked. She laughed. "Yes. It's there among the books that I brought." I looked amongst the books on the table. There lay a red book with the title 'The art of seduction' in golden letters. I looked at it for a while but then decided to go back to the art of war. Right now helping Lucian was my priority. "Shall I prepare you for sleep My Lady?" "No, I'll read some more and wait for Lucian." I said. Isla nodded and left.

Getting the book is harder than Elise thought. “Controlling Mana” A titled Elise read from the thick book. She decided to check it first. She is looking for a book that contains increasing and decreasing mana in vice versa. She seriously wants to study it so that she can have knowledge in dealing with magicians like the psycho Molten. Elise is determined to buy the book, but unfortunately drops it because of unexpected heaviness. Elise's thin arm can't handle the burden and drop the book. Elise is annoyed as she goes down the stairs. She wanted to blame her thin and small arm but she can't do something about it because she's still seven years old.

There was also a flutter of excitement, something light and hopeful, that made her stomach churn with nervous energy. Isla’s hands trembled slightly as she held onto the book she had been reading earlier. The edges of the pages dug into her palms, but she couldn’t bring herself to loosen her grip. It was as if the physical act of holding onto the book was her only tether to reality, grounding her in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the way her body was responding to his mere presence.