Libro Excalibur Novelas e Histórias

Waiting. Isabelle closed the book with trembling fingers. She was the next name that should have been written. Alexander Vale had begun appearing with the regularity of a storm. Never announced. Always just before twilight. Sometimes with books, sometimes with secrets. This evening, he arrived carrying a worn folio sealed in black wax. “From the Library of the Hollow Circle,” he said. “Took some doing to get it.” She raised an eyebrow. “The Hollow Circle?” “A forbidden archive beneath the university,” he replied. “Scholars who ask the wrong questions get locked out. Or worse.”

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

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.

Low and urgent. I unlock the door and Kaleb steps inside. He’s carrying a stack of leather-bound books that smell of dust and centuries-old magic. He kicks the door shut behind him and locks it again. "I emptied the restricted section," he says, dumping the books onto the rocking chair. "Everything we have on blood magic, binding rituals, and the Faction history." "Did anyone see you?" I want to believe that the pack will always be loyal to their Alpha, but who knows what Madilyn is capable of.

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