Long Lost Book Novels & Stories

Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her. “Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe. “It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty. “What is it you’re looking for?” Selene glanced back at Lylah. “The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…” Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair. “…It’s gone.”

I shut the tunnel door and went to the office with my mate, while we waited to find out what they found. I opened the box from my grandmother’s pantry and pulled out a book that measured twenty inches tall and eighteen inches wide. It was also eight inches thick. I picked up the book and sat it on my desk. Joshua smiled, “There is your pack history book, love.” I nodded, “I think so. The book itself is huge.” I opened the cover and immediately laid my eyes on some beautiful handwriting. The grammar reminded me of olde English language, and it was dated January eighteen, sixteen twenty-two. I gasped, “This is a really old book.” Joshua looked at the date that I was pointing too and gasped, “E

The nanny got to work, collecting every photo album and frame, then stacking them on the lawn. Jessica uncorked several bottles of Anthony's prized red wine, dousing the memories in scarlet. She poured a glass for herself and one for the nanny. Their glasses met with a hollow clink, the echo of a five-year love breaking apart. Jessica flicked the lighter and tossed it into the heap, watching the past go up in flames. Flickering flames cast a warm glow as Jessica tipped back her glass, the last of the wine mingling with the tears that traced a path down her cheeks.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

A dozen mentions of silver, of silver-blooded wolves, always spoken of the way you’d speak of a bad omen you survived. And once, only once, in a brittle handwritten margin note in a language close enough to one I know that I can almost make it out — the Long War — beside a symbol that makes the back of my neck prickle for reasons I can’t name. I don’t find answers. But I find threads. And one thread, near the end, in a cracked leather book of herbcraft, stops me dead. It’s a recipe. Half of it’s been deliberately scratched out, gone over with ink so the words under are lost, and the rest is written in a cramped coded shorthand that takes me an hour to even start to crack.

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

Although they were a lot of books with the same name, guessing by the last detail, this must be the book she was talking about. "Yes," answered Bella and confiscated Bethany's phone. "The book was written by a demon. When he descended on Earth, he created a cult group where they worshiped Lilith. The mother of demons and vampires. But over time, the book got lost, and no one has found it to this day. This was the brief description they found on G****e, along with the picture of the book. When they checked the link, they found it to be broken. "Bella, what does it mean?" Bethany asked and looked at Bella questioningly. Because it was mentioned that the book was lost for decades. How did Bella

, he told me “ But there must be someone in last 8 years who could have survived against this book I mean someone must have tried or help you succeed in getting rid of this book and even getting their life back to normalcy”, I inquired him “ I exactly don't remember but as far as my knowledge around 6 years back there was a girl who made news by reading this book and still her life stayed simple as by that time this book was considered and was categorized into the list of one of the most cursed books in the world”, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt

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.

Honour Where are we? There's no clues for me discern. The only sight is black aside from the orange red glow beyond our eyelids. The only sound the rush of blood in our ears. Smell. What is that smell? There's earth, we're used to that. But what else? It's sweet, but not to eat. It makes me think of colors. We don't see colors often. It bring to mind the color of Carla's hair clip. The one with the plants, what did she call them? Purple flowers. She called it wist.. something. Wisteria? Yeah, purple wisteria.