Novel & Cerita Lost Story Book

before walking into the bathroom. Hot water poured over my body, steam slowly rising as I stared at my exhausted reflection in the mirror. For some reason, the account name "True Love Above All" came to mind, and its boastful words stung my eyes. "He told me that the she-wolf by his side only needs a title. As for me, I need his protection. This is the amulet he has obtained from a witch after visiting the forbidden grounds." The she-wolf by his side and the cheap bangle…

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

Patriarch Yuan Kai replied curtly. "Do not know? Then?" Yang Zi asked again. “I told you, I don't know,” Patriarch Yuan Kai chimed in. “The book pages are missing?” Zhou Fu asked guessing. "You can say so. But, it did not lost. weathered either eaten by time or animals. The lost story, always bothers us. Is that true, if the book does tell the truth, really, it's a pity that this rich country was actually dredged up by unruly guests,” Patriarch Yuan Kai muttered under his breath while Yang Zi wore an expression that seemed to be indecisive and furious.

They saw a book, it looked like books from the early 18s. “What is that?” He asked. “I have no idea” she replied and walked towards the others. She sat down beside them and opened it. “Check this out guys, here’s what we found in the water” she said. They checked it and was amazed. Emma managed to open the book. But it was dried inside. “How is that possible?” One of them asked. “I think it’s a game” “Let’s play it” she said. “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea. We have no idea where it came from. What if it’s a trap” one other girl rebuked.

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.