Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

I picked up the letter and read the gibberish the best I could. “aperi hoc buxum,” I whispered. The box started heating up and I dropped it. It accidentally hit my left foot. It was so painful I fell on the floor. The box shimmered even more and it started ascending three feet in the air. I crawled away from it to the corner of my room. I watched it go two feet higher and get brighter. I closed my eyes, thinking it’s going to blow up. Eventually, I heard a loud thump. I opened my eyes and the box is on the floor. I got up and approached it slowly. The box was open. I dipped my hand in and reached for the content of the box. It looked like a gem, a red gem.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.

“Are you sure about this?” Emilia asked one final time. She held a book, large and heavy, full of flying specks of dust that would’ve had a human coughing fits. It was a spell book. Full of ancient spells that were pretty forbidden… and also illegal. But what greater hypocrites are there than the ones who hold power. Right?... ‘Ugh… if Alastair finds out about this…’ “It’s be convenient if you just told Alastair about this”.

“Well, well, well. Just how would you play this game of yours after this. Beatrix?” Loving the trill that he brings and introduces. HE counted HIS options, yet more likely HIS enemies. Ending into three as HE is somehow expecting another one, HE whispers the name. “Well then, when do you plan of playing this game, EXCALIBUR?” Somehow whispering the name that brings forth even bigger dread, yet not. A satisfied smile marks HIS face as a much deeper game is about to unfold coming behind the gift that ‘she’ gave. “Shall we play another game?”

“Magic like that doesn’t just happen randomly. Something inside you responded. That’s all.” Elias gave a small nod and turned down a narrow aisle. He paused as a strange shimmer caught his eye—an old, dust-covered tome wedged between two newer books. The cover was cracked and bound in what looked like faded hide. The title was written in an ancient language. He couldn’t understand all of it, but something about the script felt familiar. He tilted his head, trying to piece it together. “The One Who Shall Bridge Blood and Flame… the Born Star, Tethered Between…”

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

I replied, staring back at both of them. Selene fell back on her chair, face twisted in annoyance. Mr Lucas stood up, walked inside and few seconds later, he walked out. In his hand was a huge book, it seemed old and had this eerie feeling. “What’s that?” I asked, stretching my neck to read what was written on the cover page but it was written in a strange language. “This,” He replied with a weird grin on his face as he dropped the heavy book on the floor. “Is the book of prophecies. In here contains all prophecies that has been released by the moon goddess.” He explained, glancing from I to Selene.