Medieval Mysteries Books Novels & Stories

My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the page. My mother had written a small note in the margin. Someone else is looking. I kept reading. The books that keep disappearing from the shelves are the same ones I have been studying. Ancient burial records. Early magical creature classifications. Northern mountain ruins. My breath slowed. Northern mountains again. That place kept appearing in her notes. Whoever the other researcher is, they are careful. The books are returned quickly. The archive logs show nothing unusual. But the pages themselves tell a different story.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

The lock sprang open with a heavy thud. I slipped inside and relocked the door from the inside, plunging the entry into darkness. The chamber was cold and smelled of dust, old paper, and dried leather. I lit a single small oil lamp I’d brought, a portable thing meant for bedside reading. The dim, weak light cut through the gloom, revealing rows and rows of tightly packed scrolls, leather-bound tomes, and heavy, chained books. These were the things the court didn’t want the world to remember. I bypassed the rows marked ‘Military Campaigns’ and ‘Taxation Records.’ I went straight to the back wall, where the shelves were labeled with ominous, faded script: HERESY. FORBIDDEN BLOODLINES. ANCIENT

Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting: November 21st ___ Success! Sweet and blessed success. Finally I have the vindication I long sought. My heart is so light I believe I could burst out into song, were it not for my awful voice and the shocked dismay of the servants, who already think my habits queer enough. I have lost several days to poring over the Grimoire, a dense and obscure text to be sure, but not an unrewarding one, given careful study. Though I know nothing about the author’s character, or any detail of his life, he could perhaps have been a brother of mine (or even a sister?), so closely aligned

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

Charles Williams POV Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnn,I woke up to the annoying sound of alarm. Pft ,I regret setting an alarm before sleeping yesternight and that was because I slept so late. It woke me up just at the time I was enjoying my sleep but then,it's already 6:32am and today is gonna mean hectic work for me since am signing a really huge contract from my in-laws company tomorrow because that's when their second vice President will be around. I wonder what they need a second vice President for though.

he said and disappeared. Then I woke up. I stared around, there was no one around. I shut my eyes again and this time I saw myself in a strange village. It was ancient. People passed with horses, and there were no colorful or fancy clothe. It was so ancient like the Mystical movies I usually watched. A man rode his horse towards me and asked "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Really? I'm being interrogated in my own nightmare. "Oh, are you one of the daughters?" The man asked.

I steadied myself, gripping the rungs tightly before letting out a long breath of relief. “Be careful!” Manolya scolded from below, though her tone was far more worried than angry. I didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, my eyes lit up with sudden curiosity as I peeked inside the book that had nearly knocked me out. The front page read: Beçin Chronicles: A History of the Byzantine Castle and its Mythical Beings. “It’s from the 1400s!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with pure excitement. Manolya could hear the frantic energy in my tone as I carefully flipped through the soft, worn pages.

Cassie said with disdain "Nah it's okay, I have you guys now, right?" "So about the history class I have a question, the story was kinda interesting, about the history of Wales" I said starting a topic "You mean the Wales homicide?" Brian asked "The homicide that happened years ago?" Cassie asked almost at the same time with Brian's "Yeah, about the supernatural beings behind the homicide and stuff" I don't know why I think the story is interesting and I wanted to know more. "That is some total bullshit myth the people of wales decided to believe, you know my grand dad was a mayor then, and he make sure to catch the culprit and locked him up in prison, and according to him he is a psychopath

“I will leave these for you to read through so you can see her descension into black magic and maybe one of you can pick up on anything we might have missed. I have magically blurred the pages which deal with straight black magic; those spells and locations on ingredients are not things we need just anyone to read about or have access to. My circle and I have already hunted down several persons of interest mentioned in here, but we have several more to go.” I look over at the books again and one seems to be different than the others. It has a light glow about it, and it sounds like it’s whispering to me. I feel compelled to hold it and read it. Giselle looks over at me then back at the book