Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

I could feel the weight of his concern pressing against me, even in silence. Leonel’s gaze was locked on me, wide and sharp, as if I had just walked into a room that didn’t exist. His eyes flickered between me and Lucien, and I knew without them saying a word that he was already trying to piece together the impossibility of my words. “In the Royal Sanctum?” Lucien asked again, his voice was controlled, low, almost hypnotic. “What exactly did you find there, Evelara?” I hesitated. My throat felt tight, as though each word might fracture my ribs. “A book,” I said slowly. “Its name was… Lunareeth.”

Chapter 37: Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum. "She must have had a hold of one of our world's greatest artifacts," Zavian said, his voice low and deliberate. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum." The name hung in the air, heavy and foreboding, drawing a collective hush from the room. Even the bravest among them shifted uneasily at the mention of the ancient tome. Alaric's sharp gaze narrowed. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum? That's nothing more than a legend."

With excitement, he leaped to his feet and said to Lydia, “Well done!” Ulricus beckoned his hand, and the books flew toward him in an instant. He quickly put the books away. Then, he closed his eyes and started examining the magic books in silence. Ulricus finally opened his eyes again thirty minutes later, his face filled with excitement and thrill. “The Fiery Lexicon, the Song of the Empire, the Shining Tome, Souleater Grimoire… All four books are here. What happened to the previous owner of the books?”

After speaking, Maxine stood up and left. Thea watched as she left the villa. After Maxine left, Thea’s face became solemn. Her slender and fair fingers tapped on the table, murmuring, “Is her purpose of telling me this to hint me to participate in the International Martial Arts Conference in Durandal so I can win Excalibur and control the knights of Eyrothia?” Thea was slightly uncertain about Maxine’s motive. However, Excalibur, the sword that could control the knights of Eyrothia, was indeed tempting.

As the realization was pulling me towards tears, Richard pulled me away from those thoughts and once again to the subject at hand. “Now, back to our lesson. With his newly created pack, it seems Excalibur began taking over small villages in Italy. One particularly horrible story suggests that it wasn’t just the land he was seeking.” Richard pointed down at a book with pictures etched on it’s brittle pages. One image was of a woman screaming as a large wolf stared her in the eyes.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

Chapter 40: Invisible Pursuit Kyra Lucian’s eyes darted across the witch’s gemstones, gold, and spellbooks. “What is all this?” he asked, confusion etching across his face. I swallowed hard as his gaze swept over the ancient volumes. “They look like diamonds… and these are spellbooks. Witch’s spellbooks,” I said, choosing my words carefully. Lucian picked up one of the books, his eyes scanning the hidden room. “Wait, how did you find this place?” he asked, trying to piece the puzzle together.

We must be careful not to become overconfident. Excalibur is one of the holy relics of Avalon. It has almost infinite powers. Maybe even enough to reclaim the Knights of the Round Table. But without the king to guide it, it becomes nothing. A memory, a legend. Excalibur is more than just a sword, it is a connection to the powers of Avalon itself twinned with the soul of the one destined to wield her. Someone I am honor-bound to protect.

“Morning, Dr Bauer. Has Lyla got you up to date?” “I was waiting for you, alpha,” Lyla responded. I nodded my thanks, before motioning her to get started. “We have reason to believe Edward has developed some kind of compound that would allow him to control another’s mind. We’ve got a list of ingredients,” Lyla passed her the paper, a longer list than I expected.