Medieval Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

“Lots of magic users use scrying to spy or talk to people far away. It’s in lots of fantasy stories. Even Merlin scried in the Arthurian legends. Nostradamus got all his predictions from candlelight and a bowl of water.” “Okay, enough, I believe you. A point to it being a witch’s recipe book. Let’s see what’s in this.” Gemma took the heavy leather strap in a firm grasp and pulled on it. A moment later it gave under her pulling. They looked at the book for a moment in almost stunned silence. “Are you going to open it?” “Oh, yeah.” Gemma carefully opened the book with a dishtowel. The book’s yellowed pages made crinkling noises, the ink gray rather than black. “It’s old, that’s for sure. But w

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

The book held secrets beyond the understanding of ordinary men, secrets reserved only for those born with magic. Mathias rolled off his bed and knelt down, searching beneath it. His hand clasped around the Old Book, the weight of its ancient knowledge giving him a sense of purpose and responsibility. He took it and carefully placed it on top of his bed, treating it with reverence. Then, he started flipping through the pages of the book, each turn revealing ancient spells and captivating stories. But as he delved deeper, Mathias couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Everything he read seemed accessible to anyone, even though they might lack the ability to wield the magic within.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

I shuffled closer to Dane as he held out his hand expectantly. He let me lean against him as he scanned the pages, seeing the entire thing was in Lycan. "I'll run through it, any particular things I need to look for?" He flicked back to the first page. "Anything to do with a pearl, a Foxen or Atlantia." I shrugged, grabbing the last book, thankful it was in English, even if it was fourteenth century. Least I could read it. We settled in. I shift uncomfortably, my body aching as I got halfway through the ancient texts. Theo noticed my discomfort, his warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing them gently.

A first edition of Meridian's Bestiary, one of only three known copies, lay in the fireplace, its charred edges still smoking faintly. I crouched beside a toppled shelf, running my thumb over the embossed title of a fallen book: On the Nature of Forgotten Gods. The sheer breadth of knowledge in this room made my chest tighten. Histories of dead civilizations. Treatises on magic even the scholars feared to practice. Accounts of creatures that should have stayed myth. And as I stood in the midst of the wreckage, breathing in the scent of ink and blood and broken things, I understood why someone would take her.

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—