Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

Cedric shut the book in front of him harder than intended. “There has to be something,” he muttered. “There is,” Victoria said without looking up from her book. “Unfortunately, it’s buried beneath six hundred pages of old scholars competing to see who could sound the most mysterious.” Calix glanced over another shelf. “Anything useful at all?” “Maybe.” That got everyone’s attention. Victoria flipped backward several pages before tapping one section with her finger. “This one keeps repeating something,” she said. “Not clearly because apparently clarity was illegal centuries ago, but it keeps mentioning divine imbalance and celestial counterparts.”

As Selena walks into my room, I could see that she was exhausted, as I knew that this war was taking a toll on her, and I pray that my hunch is right for all our sakes. “There’s a reversal spell.” I tell her right away, but she shakes her head, before she says to me, “Angelica, I read Alatar’s grimoire front to back, multiple times. There is no spell within it.” “You’re right. There is no spell within it, because he hid the reversal spell within a different book.” Her eyes widened as I told her this, as the wrinkles on her forehead scrunched together, before she finally asks me, “What other book?”

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

She saw battles fought in distant lands, intricate spells woven by powerful sorcerers, and moments of profound peace and harmony. As the visions subsided, Sable found herself standing on the edge of a grand library, its shelves filled with countless books and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and knowledge. A figure cloaked in robes stood at the center of the library, beckoning her closer. Sable approached cautiously, her eyes searching the figure's face for any signs of deceit. But there was only kindness and wisdom etched upon their features. The figure extended a hand, offering S Sable a thick, leather-bound book. "This is the Book of Ancients," the figure said, their

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

Excalibur waited, it started by day, days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, years became decades, and decades became centuries. As the hero lost himself, so is his sword. Excalibur waited so long that he forgotten who he really was that he even forgot that he has a soul. Time defeated Excalibur. The mighty sword that was onced wielded by the hero, the sword that possesses a soul is now nothing but an empty sword. Just like the Hero who defeated the Demon Lord Diamonas, he also lost his will to live.

It was tucked away in a corner, hidden behind a pile of dusty tomes. Curiosity getting the best of me, I pulled the book out and opened it to a page that caught my eye. The text was written in a language that I didn't recognize, but as I continued to read, I realized that it was a prophecy about a great war between the forces of light and darkness. Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. "That book is not meant for your eyes, Alpha Augustra." I turned to see the head librarian, an old man named Gideon, looking at me sternly. "Why not?" I asked.

Isolde had always been obsessed with prophecy and fate, and Constantine wondered if there might be something within those scrolls that could give her insight into her former confidante's twisted mind. She reached out and selected a scroll, its surface adorned with intricate symbols and runes. As she unfurled it, the text revealed itself in a flowing, elegant script. Constantine's eyes narrowed as she began to read the words Isolde had left behind. "Out of Albion will come an abomination that will end the sacred other." The words sent a shiver down Constantine's spine. She had heard of this prophecy before, whispered among the most ancient and secretive members of their coven. It was a prophe

There goes a day’s worth of work, I grumbled yet remained transfixed on the djinns play. Unamused by the flashy display, I waited for the djinn to settle itself. The tendrils of its cloak wrapped by my waist, and I let it. It wants to faze you, Calaf. I saw my reflection in its hollowing black eyes. Dark orbs rested, producing a single bright flame for an iris. The depths of its eyes reveal how much it knows. “And… how do you know this?” “I read it in a book,” she replied. I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head.