Long Lost Book Novels & Stories

She closed them for a long moment. "He learned it from Cedric." "Yes." "He has been doing it for twenty-one years without anyone to tell him where it came from." "Yes." She opened her eyes. She set her hand over mine on the cup. "I am going to go find Kade tomorrow. I am going to tell him." "Good, mama." "Good." The fourth night, she told me about the book. My father had a favorite book. It had been on his desk in the Ashvale household. It was a small volume of poems by a writer named Olaren the Younger, who had lived two hundred years ago at the edge of the eastern continent and had written about water and waiting.

Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font. "What is the book about?" "History." Delice shrugged while she picked a book off the shelves, putting another in its place. Wasn't that like, going to mess up the order of the books? She had bigger things to worry about right now though. "How long ago? A hundred years? Two years? A thousand?" "10 years ago was the end of the datk times. It lasted more than that though." With a book in her hand, she started swaying to an empty seat by the window side.

I asked him and the disbelief was clear in my voice. “It took us two years to get the books in this library, some we got at auctions or from private collectors who didn't even know what they had, but some of them were much harder. We had to dig for some, especially those thought to have been lost in time. That's where we found the ddark hold; duringone of those digs, it was disguised to look like any normal book ,but I could feel the magic emanating from it ,aandwhen I opened it, it just changed and revealed itself. Everyone else that was part of the dig thought it was just a normal book,; Ihave no idea why it revealed itself when I touched it ,but,I immediately hid it and brought it back he

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

He placed the book on the table. It was huge and very dusty. “This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.” He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before. “I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”

I asked him as he remounted behind me, taking the reins. “Aperianu,” Rivyn commanded the portal to open and led Coryfe through. We stepped out into forest. I felt my hair lift as the portal closed behind us. “That should throw them off for a while if they think to pursue. “As to the books, well,” he contemplated as he guided Coryfe at a sedate walk along the winding forest path. “The books I seek are unique, the knowledge written within is recorded nowhere else, and they have been lost for considerable time. Many historians record where they were lost and to whom. It is not that difficult to track them down. Retrieving them can be another matter, however, which is why they remain lost.”

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the

This time, she would have no lingering attachments. … It was the early morning hours, and George still had not returned. He only sent a message saying he would be on a business trip for a week. Soon after, Kimberly also sent a photo of George taking her and a group of friends to a victory celebration. [George said he's taking me abroad to celebrate his victory.] Cora only replied with one word: [Great.] Taking advantage of this time, she packed her luggage and made a detailed travel itinerary. After finishing her plans, she first booked a flight back to her hometown.

"That is always how it starts." Luna moved closer despite herself. Beyond the opening was a narrow chamber. Unlike everything else they had discovered, it contained almost nothing. A stone table stood in the center. Something rested on it. A book. Luna sighed. Darius looked at her. "Absolutely not." "It's a book." "The last book we opened released thousands of forgotten people and several memory-eating creatures." "That was technically the building." "I'm not interested in technical distinctions."

“The packs that are wiped out from the war are also here. If we tried to do a rough calculation, this could date more than a hundred years ago. Whoever wrote this book, I am certain his only goal is to make this book last for generations.” Agreeing with Lorrie's sentiment, I acknowledged inside my head that I had no idea such an important book existed within our school. The sudden thought of my father crossed my mind, and I was certain he must have known about the book, perhaps wanting to keep it private. The reason behind it remained a mystery to me. As Lorrie continued scanning the pages, I, along with Scott, joined in to help her search for the crucial information. After a few intense min