Long Lost Book Novels & Stories

It was said to hold the key to a forgotten truth about Nyxterra, one that could help her understand the lingering traces of the otherworld that still permeated Elysium. She wandered through the rows of bookshelves, her fingers lightly trailing over the spines of ancient tomes. There was something about this place that soothed her, that quieted the restlessness inside her. Here, among the memories of others, she felt a sense of belonging, as though she were a part of something greater, something timeless. As she moved deeper into the library, she came upon a section that seemed untouched by time. The scrolls were older here, more delicate, their edges worn and fragile. Lyra knelt and reached

Something deep within told me that this book could hold the answers I had been searching for all along. Some part of the pages of the book had turned black due to years of use as I opened the book. They made a faint sound under my fingers. It was clear that this book had been left alone for a very long time. No one had cared for it. It had stayed hidden in that quiet corner, collecting dust and being ignored. As I read the first lines, I began to understand why it had been pushed away and left unseen.

Several. The edges were jagged, as though someone had ripped them out in desperate haste. “No…” She turned the next page. Empty. Another. Gone. Her heartbeat quickened. “The final chapters…” Riven’s expression darkened. “They’ve been removed.” Kael examined the binding carefully. “This wasn’t done recently.” “How old?” “Hundreds of years.” Sera’s face fell. “So whoever hid this book…” “…didn’t want anyone to read how the story ended.” The chamber grew deathly still.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

"You don't have to be self-conscious. You wanted more information on the Luna's though, right?" "Right," I said with a nod, breathing an internal sigh of relief. He began to drag his fingers along the spine of the books, and I just stood back and watched. "Aha," he said at last, plucking a book from the shelf. It was a decent sized book, but nowhere near the size of those around it. "This is the history of the Luna's for the past century." "A whole century and it's that small?" I asked in surprise.

I signaled the bartender for another. As I sipped my second drink, I overheard a conversation at the table nearby. It was Sam, and he was talking with a man I didn’t recognize. My ears perked up when I heard mention of a book. The name “Elera” came up, which caught my attention. According to the conversation, Sam was trying to sell the book, and the man was negotiating the price. I squinted, trying to make out more details. The book Sam had looked old and worn. It was unmistakably the one Elera had said was missing.her lost magic book.

It filled me with so much warmth that I truly could not bear to die anymore. Over the next three days, I was constantly out handling the paperwork for my rural teaching post. I also handed over the divorce papers to the lawyer for processing. Serene never contacted me again. To my surprise, just as I booked my ticket to leave the city, she called me. "Joseph, are you addicted to throwing tantrums now? Did you forget what day it is?" I had, actually. It was Tina's birthday. In my last life, I had been stuck in bed and drowning in immense despair. Even then, I did not forget to carve a wooden statue of her as her birthday gift.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

"At the time, I had a twin brother. The court awarded him to my father." Ellie suddenly let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her voice slicing through the courtroom’s solemnity. "If you’re going to make up stories, at least make them believable. Do you think you’re writing a novel?" I ignored her ridicule and signaled to Mr. Keller. The projector lit up. A yellowed photograph appeared on the screen. A frail little boy stood at the entrance of an orphanage, dressed in oversized, worn-out clothes. His eyes were hollow, lifeless, like a puppet’s.

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.