Lost Story Book Novels & Stories

He hooked his finger on the spine of a particularly old-looking volume and removed it, extending it toward her. Lily gripped the book in her hands, running her palm over the old leather cover. It was a book of retellings of classic Greek myths. She opened the book to somewhere in the middle, reading the header on the brown, aged page. “‘Orpheus and Eurydice,’” she read. “A love story,” he commented. “A tragic one.”

Eyes still closed. Legs trembling. Then he just took one book from the shelves. “Here,” he said, stretching his arm out. “Take a look at this book.” I quickly snapped out of the moment. It was as if I had just woken up from a very interesting dream. He looked at me with a tiny, knowing smile—one that almost mocked me. It was the first time he had smiled genuinely at me. “This book—Lost in the Ruins of His Heart—it’s a really deep love story,” he said with a tone that carried a strange joy. “It follows the journey of a girl searching for her identity.”

As soon as I opened it, I stopped in my tracks. Laid within was an intricately designed book, evidently vintage yet well maintained enough to look brand new. And written in intricate lettering was the title: ‘The Tale of the Lost Bride.’

“You must look into the past. Find the ancient healer wolf’s story. Her choices will guide yours.” Rows upon rows of books towered above me, some shelved neatly, others nearly swallowed by cobwebs and time. My wolf eyes adjusted, picking up the faint shimmer of gold ink on a dusty spine in the farthest corner of the room. The shelf it rested on was crooked, forgotten just like the secrets it guarded. I moved toward it, drawn by something I couldn’t explain. The book was old. Ancient. Dust coated the cover like a burial shroud. I brushed it away, revealing the title etched in fading letters: The Lost Howl of Lysara.

I didn’t look up but inside, something cracked. “You didn’t read the book, did you?” I asked suddenly. Victoria’s expression flickered, like a candle nearly blown out. “What?” “My book. The one I gave Alice today. You didn’t ask what it was about.” “I don’t need to,” she said coolly. “I know where that story ends. Lost boys don’t find their way back. They get left behind.” I shook my head, finally lifting my eyes to meet hers. “Not this one.” Then I walked past her.

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

"No one built it. It exists because stories exist. It is the place where forgotten tales go to wait." I approached the nearest shelf and reached for a book. Its surface was warm, pulsing with a gentle light. "Hello," I whispered. The book pulsed in response. I opened the first book. A story poured into my mind, vivid and alive. It was the tale of a wolf who had loved deeply and lost completely. A wolf who had been forgotten by everyone who knew her. A wolf who had faded into the void. I wept as I read her story. "Who was she?" Kael asked.

I can tell Uncle Leo we aren't ready yet. 'I'm sure. I don't think it will help us, but it won't hurt either.' She said. I picked up the book. It was an old, deep brown, leatherbound book with the title in gold leaf. 'Tales of Olde'. It was heavier than I expected. Uncle Leo hadn't told me the title of the story so I skimmed the contents page. None of the titles mentioned an unnamed wolf. I sighed.

I was trapped between him and the wall. Before I could finish processing it, he dropped to one knee in front of me. “My dearest Scheur, I will burn kingdoms before I let you go.” He held my hand, sparing a kiss as he did so. I felt deeply ashamed; this wasn’t real. I was just a maid and he was a king. But he stood up in the twinkle of an eye and attached his lips onto mine. It was a kiss reeking in desperation and longing. I tried to resist, but I was far too weak. I just melted into him. He broke the kiss as I felt myself get lifted off the ground and thrown into the fresh bed I just made.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.