Libro Excalibur Novels & Stories

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

'' asked Richard . '' I don't know he must have learned from the book i don't know '' Arthur replied . '' So what do you want ?'' asked the man. '' I want to learn alchemy and wants to gain elixir of life to revive my lover and childhood friend who has died , Layla '' Arthur replied . '' I see , but there's slim chance that you can find it still will you search for it ?'' asked Richard wiith a serious look on his face. '' Yes in order to reveive her i will ''' Arthur replied .

They would have to contend with the ugliness beneath her beauty. Now that I knew what to look for, I studied Lance’s aura. There was the faintest blue light around him. It was so faint and close to his body that, if I hadn’t been focusing so hard, I would have missed it. Jason, on the other hand glowed with robust blue-green light that projected a good distance from his body. It was mesmerizing. The sound of my name being repeated brought me back to reality. “Esmerelda, my dear,” Edward said. “Are you alright?”

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

His voice trailed off. Kaelan’s hand brushed the spine of a nearby book. “Power demands sacrifice, Chancellor. Are you prepared to pay?” Beren hesitated, then nodded. “It lies on the ebony pedestal at the vault’s heart. But beware its temptations.” Nyra’s heart thundered as she crossed the chamber. Each step echoed. The air felt charged—like standing on the edge of a storm. At the center, a single pedestal bore a heavy, leather‑bound grimoire. Its cover was stamped with iron runes that pulsed faintly red.

“The duke—Thalric Veynor. He is not content with the throne of men. He seeks the Throne of Embers, an artifact forged from the last fire of the world’s beginning. With it, he will not rule… he will consume.” Serenya frowned. She had heard whispers of old relics, half-truths passed through bard’s tales and seer’s riddles. But a throne carved of eternal fire? That was no children’s song. “Why tell me this?” she asked. Cyrion’s ember eyes softened. “Because whether you choose it or not, you are part of this war. You can burn with it… or you can rise from the ashes.” With that, he mounted his stallion once more. Smoke swirled around him, and then he was gone, swallowed into the ruins as though h

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire. Patricia leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at her lips. “Beautiful.” Gloria’s eyes glimmered with a hint of unease. “It’s alive.” Elara didn’t answer. She only stared, satisfied, her hand hovering above the raven skull, feeling its pulse through the shadows and the ink. In the quiet room, candle flames flickered against walls lined with dark magic, and the three of them waited, patient predators, for the chaos they would unleash.

No one answered him because they were all thinking the same thing. If the Belmars had reached the library first... Then the Codex might already be gone. * * * * * They searched methodically. Valkyrie inspected the walls, tapping lightly against the stone with the hilt of her sword. Rynese wandered through the shelves, muttering the strange book titles under his breath. "The First Blood Oath..." "Chronicles of the Eastern Clans..." "Origins of the Moon Throne..." "Who reads this stuff?" he whispered. "You would if your life depended on it," Valkyrie replied without looking up. "Fair point."