Laced Book Novels & Stories

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

Familiar. "Come in," I said, already knowing who it was. Lance entered, coat dusted in vineyard earth, looking like he hadn't slept in days. "I brought you books," he said. "I already read all the ones you sent last time." "These are the uncensored ones." He placed a small stack on the table, poetry, political strategy, even a thin paperback novel titled The Bride That Ran. His humor was drier than usual. I raised an eyebrow. "Trying to keep me entertained or trying to send a message?"

“I don’t think they’re gone. Just… focused.” Selene nodded. “Something’s coming.” Theoden didn’t deny it. — Later, back at the village, Luka was sorting through another box of Cassiel’s texts when he pulled out a slim book with no title on the spine. It looked newer than the others—less dust, fewer torn edges. “What’s this one?” he asked aloud, more to himself than anyone. Darius looked up from his chair in the corner, where he was playing with one of the carved stones Cassiel had left behind. “Does it have a title?”

Each shelf was filled with books and scrolls that contained pack history and strategies. My eyes scanned the titles absentmindedly as I made my way to the book Lucian had requested. While I was doing that, my eyes caught something peculiar. On the far shelf at the other end of the office, there was a single leather-bound book that stood out. It was named the Pack Secrets. The title alone sparked curiosity, and without thinking, I reached for it. The worn book cover felt cool against my fingers, and something about it felt forbidden and dangerous. “What are you hiding, Lucian?” I whispered under my breath.

Rows of leather bound histories, the kind of books that were bought for the look of them as much as the reading of them, uniform spines in deep greens and burgundies. Except one was slightly different. I almost missed it. The color was close enough to its neighbors that it took a second look to notice the spine was a half shade off, the leather slightly newer, the gold lettering crisper than the books on either side of it. I pulled it forward. It was heavier than it should have been. “Lucas,” I said. He crossed the room. I opened the cover. It was not a book. The pages had been hollowed out, glued together into a solid block with a cavity cut into the center, and sitting in that cavity was a

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.

Fortunately, the shuffling stopped, and after about ten seconds of silence, Lyda let out a quiet sigh of relief before her eyes fell upon a relatively large object sitting in the shadows beneath her bed frame. Lyda knelt and set the candle on the floor behind her, now shielding the light with her body, as she reached under the bed and carefully pulled out the object. It was a book of some sort, but this one was much larger than the ones on Aunt Mara's shelf, and it looked indescribably old. The spine appeared as though it might break apart at the slightest touch, and its face was covered in a layer of dust. She did not know why, but the mere sight of it made Lyda's skin crawl. Without a seco

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.