Long Lost Book Novels & Stories

Her eyebrows knitted together, and she stretched her hand further, but still nothing. Adriana knelt and bent her head, but she didn't see anything. The book was gone. *Where's the book?* "I left it here..." Adriana replied, confusion clearly heard in her voice. *So where is it?* "It was meant to be here..." *Adriana.* It sounded like Aurora was getting angry. *That book is mine. I wrote that book centuries ago, and it was something dear to me. It meant a lot to me.*

After saying that, he pointed to the book in my hand, “Are you curious about this tribe, my lady? I'm afraid you won't find anything; that's the only record of it we have. The tribe is oddly strange; they've never appeared in public before.” I pressed my lips together. “So there's nothing about them at all?” Gregor was about to shake his head when he suddenly stopped. “We don't have books related to them, but I came across a certain book that might be connected to them two years ago.” When I heard that, my eyes lit up. “Can I see the book?” Gregor nodded before walking away. Soon after, he brought a thin and small book, which had its covers torn. “I found the book by mere coincidence, but th

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

But having them around really does make me feel safe. I stared at that photo for a long time. Then I typed: [Don't mind. It's yours.] I didn't realize how fleeting what we had really was. They got their red rose, and suddenly I wasn't even a moon anymore—just a dim, forgotten light in the dark. --- Over the next few days, I started clearing out everything in my room that had to do with Logan and Derek. Figurines, trinkets, one by one off the shelves and into a cardboard box. Wolf-bone pendants. Hand-braided leather knots. The horn pendant Derek made from his first hunt—the first deer antler he ever took. The box filled up fast.

All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait. That same day, I left Riverton and flew to Amerinth. Life overseas kept me busy. I made new friends, focused on my studies, and broadened my knowledge. Bernard came to find me a few times, but I never agreed to see him. He never asked to meet and only sent the same message again and again. "I'm waiting for you in Riverton." … Three years slid by. When I came home, I kept it quiet, telling no one. Somehow, Bernard still found me.

"Someone stole my firstborn... and convinced me to spend sixteen years raising the wrong child. I have spent years bleeding for the borders of this territory, believing in the honor of our vanguard, while the truth was being chewed away by moths and traitors." He reached the central shelf and grabbed a massive, iron-bound leather ledger. The book was nearly three feet wide, its spine cracked and peeling from decades of handling. Marcus dragged it from the alcove and slammed it down onto the reading table in the center of the room. The impact sent a shockwave of dust into the air, catching the silver light of Elena's palms and twisting like ghosts in the dark.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

I even stumbled upon a book that belonged to the earlier Human Empire, which was eventually destroyed. I eventually chose a book, walked up to a seat, and sat down. The History of One Thousand Years. The Beast Kingdom was only mentioned in this one book, however, I'm not sure why that is. The book's title was neither innovative nor enticing. But I wasn't looking for a decent book to read, I was looking for knowledge on the Beast Kingdom. Dust was scattered everywhere when I opened the book. There was the odour of old wood that was hundreds or maybe thousands of years old.

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.

she asked back at Crysta, who was caressing her hair trying to soothe her lovingly. “It was the book that was given to our people from the angel to guard everything, it contains all the answers for all the questions. Now let’s go home, you need to rest.” she said dragging her daughter from the palace towards their home. On her way back home, Rachel kept on asking about the book but Crysta replied it was nowhere found around the place it was kept in the palace. It was last seen 15 years before in the palace and was suddenly lost without anyone’s knowledge.