Look Inside The Book Novels & Stories

Becky asked again. The lady took her hand and take her towards the giant book name “Prophetic Gaze “which has a silver shiny cover. It has a huge golden lock. “What is this giant book”. Becky asked while touching the sparking cover of the book. As she touches the book cover, the strong rays emit from the book and glow the area around it. It is more like a dream. Becky felt a sudden jolt in her fingers which touch the area. She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

I run back upstairs to check her room. Her room door is slightly open and I lightly knock on it. When there is no answer I push the door open to find the room empty. Her bed is made and the windows are open. I walk further into the room and notice that there are a few books on the floor. I kneel to pick them up and as I close one book I notice another with the word 'Enchantments' sprawled out on the cover. My eyes widen because I know what this could mean. I run my hand over the intricate gold designs on the cover. I press the lock on the side of the book and it clicks open.

My imagination was filled with infinite hours spent poring over the dusty shelves and secret passageways of the library. Coming back to Leo, I was holding a book that seemed to be rather old. The cover was covered in elaborate symbols and patterns, and the inside contained secrets that had been kept for many years. It was a wealth of information just ready to be uncovered. I carefully put the book in Leo's hands and saw his look change from one of surprise to one of amazement.

It was like a whisper in my ear, telling me to keep the book close and not to let it out of my sight. I paused, staring at the book in my hand. It was old and worn, with frayed edges and yellowed pages. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it, yet I couldn't bring myself to let go. I turned it over in my hands, feeling the weight of it, and studying the faded cover. It was then that I noticed the strange symbol etched onto the front, a symbol that seemed to pulse with something, energy.

I didn't think it was open when I looked around. I walked over to it and as I tried to close it, something caught my eye. I looked inside, through the crack, and saw a book. I opened the drawer slowly and a very old, intricately designed book was in there. The cover intrigued me. It looked so fragile but it had withstood the test of time.

It looked quite small on the outside but on the inside was a mansion. It looked more like a library and museum altogether. He had many shelves of books and many artifacts, coupled with mysterious statues. The room had an old, majestic aura that could make anybody doubt it was normal. Alpha Finn led me to a table and on the table, a big book was laid open. I didn't bother reading its content because I didn't want him to be upset that I was intruding.

I knew it was nothing special. When I had nothing to do, I slipped into his study to find something to read. A worthy novel or thriller maybe. I started searching the shelves in hope. As I went through several books, my eyes darted on one of the book which had something tucked in inside. It was something firm like a photo placed inside and it's edges were puckering out of the book. I took out the book and curiosity got the best of me as I tucked out the photograph.

The shelves are lined with clams, I guess these are their books. I grabbed one from the shelf and open it up, there are no pages inside. How am I supposed to read these? I look over and see one of the mermaids holding it up to his ear. I put the clam to my ear, suddenly I can hear the words of the book in my mind. This doesn’t sound like the book I needed so I put it back on the shelves and wander the rows of clams looking for something that catches my eye.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.