Leaf In A Book 소설 & 이야기

Lena had never seemed like someone who read and even if she did, where did she get the books from? Curiosity got the better of me and I picked up the first, a History of the First Kingdom, the second was Medicinal Plants of the Northern Territories and the third was falling apart. Its leather cover had almost completely peeled away, I opened it carefully and inside, pressed between two yellowed pages, lay a dried blue flower. It was tiny, fragile and perfectly preserved. I stared at it and a memory surfaced without warning. Years ago, I had been crossing the eastern gardens after sword practice, Lena had been kneeling beside the flower beds not picking flowers but planting them instead, she

It isn’t until Kella directs us into the library, sniffing down the multiple rows of books until, there, on the bottom shelf, we find a book that has very little dust on it. Leana picks it up and opens it, something falling out. I reach down to pick it up when I hear her gasp. I stand and look at her. She turns the book to me and smiles. “V,” she says, showing me the black V colored on the page of the book. I show her what I picked up off the floor. “Map,” I say, just as excited as she is.

The book in her lap grew warm and an unsettling heat radiated through her fingertips. Confused, Selene glanced down. The book felt almost alive, pulsating with energy. She flinched and gasped as she was startled and almost instantly released it from her grip. The moment it hit the floor with a dull thud, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The pages of the book fluttered open on their own, as if caught in a breeze that didn't exist. Then, without warning, a gust of wind shot from between the pages, swirling through the room. Her heart skipped a beat. What was happening?

I know what’s at stake. Moving quickly, I navigate through the overgrown path, careful not to make too much noise. Every shadow feels like a pair of eyes watching me, but I force my legs forward. It doesn’t take long before I spot Blissleaf. The plant is smaller than I expected, its silvery leaves shimmering faintly under the moonlight. It grows in clusters near the base of a fallen tree, hidden beneath tangled roots. I crouch down, reaching for the delicate stems. My fingers graze the leaves—

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.

Author's POV It was the last break for that day. They all went out, Kehna was the last person to get out of the classroom. When she finally got out everyone was already in their cliques and she was all alone, till a lady approached her. She looked very pretty and young. "Hey! Aren't you the new student?" "Yes, I am". "Kehna right?" She nodded "Hi Kehna, I'm Alexandria". She smiled in response, not knowing what to do or say. "You don't talk too much, do you?" She thought for a moment, was she supposed to tell her, the main reason why?

His presence was a door left open, a choice. Luna moved to a small bookshelf. Her fingers, no longer rough from scrubbing but smooth and sure, trailed over the spines. She found the book—a slender, leather-bound volume on alpine flora. As she pulled it free, a folded piece of parchment, brittle with age, fluttered to the floor.

My imagination was filled with infinite hours spent poring over the dusty shelves and secret passageways of the library. Coming back to Leo, I was holding a book that seemed to be rather old. The cover was covered in elaborate symbols and patterns, and the inside contained secrets that had been kept for many years. It was a wealth of information just ready to be uncovered. I carefully put the book in Leo's hands and saw his look change from one of surprise to one of amazement.

Everything about this place, from the tree standing before her to the tangible serene sensation in the air, was a perfect match of the description in the book. Desperate to delve even further, Lyda set the lantern down on the rocky ground and removed the pack from her back. She leaned against the tree, took out the leather-bound book, and immediately began flipping through it. She took this time to skim through all the pages between the first passage regarding the rhododendron bushes and the bone-chilling page 47, hoping to find something more about this place which the writer spoke of so malevolently.

In the middle of the book, there was a purple stone. It was the Book Of Shadows. Her mother's book. Layla wiped the sands off the book with her hands, her face a mask of confusion. Why did Riven hide the book from her? Why did he bury it here? Was there something Riven wasn't telling her? She was still engrossed in her thoughts, wondering why Riven would bury her mother's book of magic when a twig snapped like a firecracker behind her. Suddenly alert, she turned around just in time to see a familiar looking man raise his hand and strike her on her face.