Lock Up Book Novels & Stories

When I turned it over, I noticed something strange. There was no title. No markings. Just a small, black padlock fixed to the side, sealing it shut. A locked book. That was unusual. Very unusual. My curiosity sharpened. I walked back to the desk and sat down again, setting the red book in front of me. The lamp’s light reflected off its surface, making it gleam faintly. The padlock looked old—ancient, even—but strong. The metal was dark and cool to the touch. “What are you hiding?” I murmured, tracing a finger along the lock.

_Leah's POV_ I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as I slid the key into the lock of the chest. The heavy, ancient metal felt cold and solid in my hand, and I took a deep breath, steadying myself. With a slight twist, I felt the lock give way, and the lid creaked as I slowly lifted it open. My eyes widened with anticipation, but inside, I found only a thick, leather-bound book.

I tell Daniel and then I walk out of the cell. I know the exact book that he is talking about but how he knows that the book is in my library is what has me stumped. No one apart from me, my father and Daniel knows that the book is in the Blood Moon pack; it is in the library but in a secure vault, so how exactly did a group of rogues learn of its location? “The book he's talking about, it's the dark hold, right?” Daniel asked me. “Yes.” I simply answer because my brain is moving a thousand miles a minute.

As we sat together in Lucas's chamber, the weight of our conversation pressed down upon me. I couldn't help but feel unease about the future. The locked White Wolf book loomed large in my mind, its secrets still whispering in my mind. "There is one more thing we haven't discussed," I told Lucas. "The book." "The locked one Prince Alexander showed you in the secret room?" he questioned. I nodded. "Yes. I feel like we need to get our hands on that book. What do you think about it?" I asked, my voice tentative as I broached the subject that had been weighing heavily on my mind.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

All I could do was lie dying on the scorching floor and listen. The fire captain's voice outside sounded familiar. It seemed to be Daniel Mercer, Dad's closest friend. "Are we certain this is the address? Micah has to be in trouble. Damn it, why is the front door locked?" "We don't have time, Captain! Whoever is inside is fading fast. We need to break through now!" Daniel's voice was grave. "Cutting through the security door could take too long. I'll call Richard and get the key." "Richard, where is the emergency key to your estate? Tell me now. Your boy called 911. He's trapped in the sauna and close to death!"

My fingers were cold as I grabbed the metal and I pulled the metal door wide, the old hinges making a harsh squeaking sound in the empty hallway. I expected to see bare metal shelves. I expected to see a dirty interior left behind by whoever used it last year. Instead, a thick, expensive-looking sketchbook sat right in the middle of the top shelf. I froze. I looked over my shoulder, scanning the length of the hallway. It was completely empty. I reached my hands inside the locker. I grabbed the book. The cover was made of smooth, premium black leather. There was no name on the front. There was no note attached to it explaining why it was inside a locked locker assigned to me.

Her hair had been held in a messy sock bun. "Well am I supposed to be teaching you how to deal with pesky witnesses Serena? You know how this things work! Where's she?" Marcelo ran his own hand through his taper wavy hair, "Locked in one of the cells," "You let a witness live and to top it all, you bring them to the den! What's happening Serena? Is there something I should know of?" Their accents so thick in each and every English word they uttered, "It's nothing like that OK? I just am not down to killing an innocent citizen simply because she witnessed something she shouldn't have."

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

Cam tugs on a strand of her hair thoughtfully. “I have a couple ideas about what it could be. Let me double check something.” She goes to the locked cage and with a hand over the lock and a few whispered words she opens it. She rummages around and pulls out a tightly bound leather book from the back of the shelf before closing up the cage and returning to the little table slash workspace that we’re all standing around. There aren’t chairs in here, but there wouldn’t be room for them even if there was. It’s a small price to pay for the privacy. “What’s that?” Harry asks, standing far too close to Cam and leaning over her shoulder. She snaps the book shut and ducks out and away from him.