Mysteries Of The Unknown Books の小説・ストーリー

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

But nothing seemed to match the symbol on my door. Frustrated, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. There had to be something here, some clue that I was missing. I glanced at the stack of books beside me, my eyes landing on one that looked older and more worn than the others. Its leather cover was cracked and faded, the title barely legible: *The Mysteries of Silverwood.* I pulled the book closer and opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the text handwritten in an elegant script. As I flipped through the pages, a passage caught my eye:

Michael is always taunting me to get new books but I have some weird feeling that the old books has more to learn from than the new one's call me a insane. I quickly went to the librarian's desk but could not find him there so I went to the section where I could possibly find my book while I was looking for the book I could sense a weird kind of silence, but it is always the same this big full of awesomeness library is always almost empty also it is so big that even if anyone wants to hide the body here they can just do it perfectly. Without anyone knowing it.

I smiled and brought out a new novel I got from the store the other day and opened the first chapter to read. There are like ten minutes before assembly starts so I can read at least a chapter or two before it starts. ‘Hmm… interesting’ i thought to myself. “Why didn't I know about this book already?” I muttered under my breath and turned to the next page. “Very interesting.” “I know it is,” I turned my head to see Chris put his bag on the desk beside me and sat down on the chair. “Even though I haven't read it, I know it is interesting”

Author’s POV: A mysterious lake: A small town away from California. People of the town have been seeing this pond over 100 years. But yet they know nothing about that lake like who created it and who is using this.!! Most surprising matter is the water label of that lake never changed and the water is fresh as always. The lake area is restricted and there is a boundary covering the lake. People say that few deaths incident occurred who entered into that area. Some used to say that this is somehow connected to the electric power plant which is around two kilometers away from the lake. But none knew how and why this is connected to that electric power plant.

I glanced at Terry, who stood nearby, his expression mirroring my determination. "We need to gather as much evidence as possible," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "We must ensure that Mrs Jenkins faces justice for all her crimes." Finally, a worn leather-bound book caught my attention. Its pages were yellowed with age, its cover adorned with intricate symbols that hinted at its dark nature. As I gingerly flipped through the pages, a sickening realisation washed over me. This was Mrs Jenkins' grimoire, a repository of her dark magic and twisted knowledge.

But the book remained silent, its secrets veiled behind the mystical glow of its pages. Aunt Agatha's comforting hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "This, my dear, is the Book of Shadows, an old friend of mine," she explained, her voice hushed with reverence. As I gazed upon the illuminated pages before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. What secrets lay hidden within the ancient text? What knowledge had been passed down through generations, waiting to be discovered by eager hands?

We split up and started pulling titles off the shelves. The minutes dragged. We skimmed through pages and explored indexes. Mythology books, old werewolf records, ancient supernatural symbols. I even flipped through a worn-out volume titled Anomalies of Hybrid Lineages. But there was nothing. Another twenty minutes passed. I closed the last book I was holding and sighed. "Lily..." She looked up from her book while her eyes were slightly red from all the squinting. "Still nothing?" "Nothing," I said while shaking my head. "Maybe we're just imagining it."

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

“What is it?” Emma reached for the bag, her hands shaking as she opened it. Inside everything looked normal. Her phone, wallet, keys.Then she heard it again a faint, steady buzz. Her fingers froze. “Emma…” Lena said softly. Emma swallowed hard. Then slowly, carefully, she reached deeper into the bag and pulled something out.mIt was small, black and unfamiliar. Marcus frowned. “What is that?” Emma stared at it, her breath unsteady. “This… this isn’t mine.”