Novel & Cerita Laced Book

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

It had a scaled grain to it, subtle and unnatural, as if the thing it came from had not been fully one thing or another either. I ran my fingers lightly over it and an uneasy chill moved through me. The book was old. Very old. And not made from anything that belonged to ordinary pack life. Then I saw the lock more clearly. It was not a lock the way normal books had clasps or latches. It looked grown rather than attached, as though the book itself had formed a hard, curved fastening from the same dark material as the cover. There was a tiny raised point in the centre of it and a faint seam around the edge. It almost made me think of a sleeping eye. Or a sealed mouth.

I ran my palms over his abs, feeling them tense under my touch. Arthur’s hands weren’t idle. He found the hidden zipper at the side of my gown and slowly dragged it down. The dress loosened, and with a gentle tug it pooled at my feet in a whisper of silk and lace, leaving me in nothing but white lace lingerie—a sheer bra that barely contained my full D-cup breasts, matching thong panties already damp with arousal, garter belt, and sheer white stockings.

With a shared nod, they stepped inside, the air shifting to a musty blend of old parchment and incense. The library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each laden with dusty tomes and peculiar artifacts—a glass orb swirling with mist, a dagger etched with runes, a chalice that hummed faintly. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere deep within, as if the books themselves were alive. Aria’s grip tightened on Rollan, her heart thudding as they ventured further.

The heavy iron door creaked open, revealing stacks of ancient scrolls and books, their pages yellowed with age. Lillian barely breathed as Aedric reached inside, pulling out a single worn leather-bound tome. He turned back to her, holding it out. "If you want answers," he said quietly, "then read." Lillian hesitated for only a moment before taking the book. The cover was smooth beneath her fingertips, the leather cracked with age. There were no markings—just a simple crescent moon burned into the surface. She slowly opened it, her heart pounding as she scanned the first lines.

Lucian led the group down a long, dimly lit corridor lined with bookshelves that stretched up to a high ceiling. Each shelf was filled with ancient tomes, their spines cracked and faded, some bearing runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The air was heavy with the scent of aged walls and polished wood, and the atmosphere hummed with a sense of reverence. “Is this your personal library?” Lily asked, her voice low as if she feared disturbing the quiet majesty of the space.

Zara's pov The moonlight spilled into the library, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air. I sat at a heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of old books and scrolls Adrian had gathered for me. He thought immersing myself in the pack’s history might help me settle in, but the quiet only amplified the unease simmering in my chest. I flipped through a thick, leather-bound book with intricate silver filigree on its cover. The delicate craftsmanship caught my eye, but the words inside gripped my soul.

Her fingers twitch against her skirt. "Fine," Audrey whispers, her voice dropping into something dangerous. "But I know that you can give me one other thing." My smile dies instantly. My chest tightens. "No. I cannot do that, Audrey. That book is forbidden." "What book?" Gage asks, his voice sharp. I stand up slowly, keeping my eyes locked onto Audrey's face. "A sort of grimoire. Like a witch spell book, but it is more than that. This book involves all kinds of magic. Including the Lycans."