Libromancer Deck Novels & Stories

His father had lost any and every prestige in his eyes long ago, so losing some face in front of that man wasn’t a big deal to Aiden. “At least I brought this,” Aiden stated as he pulled out a red ring from his breast pocket. This ring was called a Weapon Deck. It was an artefact created by the best of weapon smiths and conjurers. A Weapon Deck could take on the form of a ring, a necklace, a bracelet or even a glove. However what they all had in common was the ability to transform into a particular weapon when the blood of their owner was fed to it. It was an idea born from the soul weapons of vampires, and Aiden had his own. He easily slipped the ring onto his right index finger, thanking h

Shuffling the cards together, Vermillion extends them to Anna. Reserved as always, Anna selects her two cards carefully, holding them up. Queen of swords and the high priestess. Vermillion peers at her. “Draw two mo’.” She stares at the next pair of cards in Anna’s hand—the king of pentacles and the knight of cups. “Ya gonna tell ‘em? Or ya wan’ me to?” Concerned, Lili faces Anna. “Tell us what?” “Go ahead, Vermillion,” Anna sighs. Vermillion taps the first two cards with a long, manicured nail. “No mo’ babies.” She taps the second pair of cards, “Anna’s happy ‘bout dat, ain’cha, girl?”

I’d like to see a little bad luck screw me over worse than I already am. Faded maps droop off the walls. Chipped versions of the precise little tokens everyone is pushing around on a much neater map scatter the shelves below them. I pick one up and twirl it between my fingers. A week in the library, and I’m still not sure what war they were fighting. The enemy tokens are red, but that could be a royal color or just something aggressive.

Each frame held someone—a girl sobbing, a boy clutching green lightning, others sleeping, dreaming, trapped. Maya’s heart pounded against her ribs. Sweat chilled her skin. She wasn’t alone. The Rossi Company hadn’t just made a Queen—they’d stacked the whole deck with “special” cards. “Look at them,” the Librarian whispered. Her voice came from behind Maya now. Maya spun around. The bathroom was gone. She stood on a black glass floor, the Librarian looming in a gray dress that seemed to swallow the light. The Librarian reached out, fingers long and pale.

Heading into the room that was enchanted to keep out any errant magick, Jinx was met with resistance, a current of power that wouldn't allow him entrance. "Oh, right. You have to leave your deck behind, Mr. Orangelo. Can't have the cards' aura not agreeing with what I have woven." Wound raised his paw and a beautiful intricate chest opened near the doorway. "You can set it in here." That was a big ask. The tom didn't separate from his deck if he could help it. His fur was on edge as he re-summoned his deck - which finally appeared with reluctance - and set it gently in the small chest. With a whispered promise to return to it, he closed the chest. Jinx had spent his life honing his intuition

There were bookshelves floating in the air and on the ceilings. Wow…gravity doesn’t make sense here. It holds everything in its place with the only axis point being the books, parchment, or papyrus themselves. Journee stretched her neck and raise herself on tiptoes to take a closer look at the titles. There were many in languages she did not recognise. Yet there were some in Old English, Germanic, Latin and even the modern languages. “AH Hahahahahaha!” Damon’s laughter suddenly roared throughout the library. “My lord is going to be so happy with me!” Damon danced a jig as he read a scroll.