Moribito Book Novels & Stories

"It's not a slang I am talking about. It's the classification. A secondary caste that's supposed to be extinct or maybe never existed in the first place. The library has exactly one book about them and you checked it out nineteen years ago." Something flickered across her face then. Not recognition. Something else. Something that looked almost like alarm before she smoothed it away. "I'm afraid you're mistaken." "The gargoyle... Cornelius said it was you." My hands curled into fists at my sides. "It keeps records of everyone who checks out books. Your name was in those records. Miyori Fox. Nineteen years ago." "The gargoyle is ancient and occasionally confused about details." Miyori gestured

Hungry for revenge to those who did me wrong, to those who sexually abused me, and to those who treated me like a pig. I remember my dream that I killed someone. It is not a dream but I did kill someone and he is Gin; one of those men who abused me. My dream is not a dream but a memory too that I killed someone. Now that I remember why I killed him; I don't feel any regret. I suddenly remembered about the black notebook. I know I just hid it somewhere and I want to see the names that I wrote there and how many were left. I immediately stood up to find the notebook. I put the doll down on my bed, I heard my phone ringing but I ignored it. Finding the black notebook is more important than the

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

Lavinia asks. I nod, my eyes glued to the book. "What were you looking at?" I ask, gesturing at the closed cover. Lavinia hesitates, her eyes flickering to the book and then back to me. "It's nothing, dear. Just an old book I found in the forest. It's not important." But I can tell she's lying. There's a strange energy coming from the book, something that makes my skin crawl. I take a step closer, my eyes lingering on the ancient letters adorning the cover.

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

"Esoba" "You're dead, leave me alone". I had to think fast. If the Mitos got any closer, she was gone. I looked towards a liquid sleeping potion. I hit the Mitos with it emptying the liquid on its body. The body briefly changed back into blackish goo. I looked away. If it made eye contact with me, it could see my memories too. It turned back to looked human again. I produced a lighter from behind him and flicked the switch. "You're smart", it hissed, revealing sharp demon teeth. " But that cannot burn me ".

For such a young kid, he already knows the term "unwind" "I'm Sumire." Briefly, she introduces herself. Narco turned around and stared blankly at her. "I know. Mort told me a lot about you. Mort and I are close friends." Narco said jovially which made Sumire stunned and amazed at his ability to speak clearly without stuttering. "Mort, I didn't know you had a close friend as cute as Narco. I thought you had no friends." Mort was about to deny what Narco said when the food they ordered arrived unexpectedly. And the worst thing was the appearance of Klauss who was the one delivering the food which made him baffled.

He handed it to Donato with trembling fingers. "This… is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth… and returned." Luca blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Morano cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who's betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power… the price of secrets." Alessia's breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Morano continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."