Mysterious Benedict Society Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 11: Sanaya’s P.O.V “Yes, she knows, Soph…TinTin.” Martin spoke from the bar. “She’s the Sire’s Scribt.” Everyone seemed to visibly relax and breathe a sigh of relief. “What the others meant by the Supernatural club was that we all know that our CEO is the future Incubus King and we are a part of the supernatural world as well.” Martin explained to me as he came to stand beside me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Well…they are at least. You and I are the only humans.”

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

Low and urgent. I unlock the door and Kaleb steps inside. He’s carrying a stack of leather-bound books that smell of dust and centuries-old magic. He kicks the door shut behind him and locks it again. "I emptied the restricted section," he says, dumping the books onto the rocking chair. "Everything we have on blood magic, binding rituals, and the Faction history." "Did anyone see you?" I want to believe that the pack will always be loyal to their Alpha, but who knows what Madilyn is capable of.

Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all. Shaking off my thoughts, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed my phone. I still had a chapter to finish for my new book. Opening my notes app, I started typing, letting my mind slip into the fictional world I was creating. *********** A sharp knock at Stanley’s door echoed through the quiet hallway. I wasn’t there to witness it, but I could imagine what was happening. Candy, desperate and panicked, standing outside his room, probably shaking. Inside, Stanley barely glanced up from whatever he was doing. “Come in,” he ordered.

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

He was like a lonely soul that no one could see him and he could see no one. Evelyn let him fret, she had her own things to do, like learning more about demons. Despite the fact that the entire palace was in ruins, the book collection was fortunately still intact. She read quite a few books on the principles of demonic power, magical constructs, and such, which made her chuckle - all of them were written by Baymont, surprisingly. From their first meeting, Baymont made a very bland statement that he was very learned, and it seems to be true; he has a very bright mind, just not a very good one at times.

** The Deveraux estate stood exactly as it always had. Untouched by time. Untouched by weakness. Aizen entered without waiting to be announced. His grandfather was already seated. Watching. “You’ve been busy,” Benedict said calmly. Not a question. Aizen didn’t sit. “State your point.” A faint smile. Sharp. Controlled. “There’s a scandal circulating,” Benedict continued. “You. A woman. Your secretary.” Aizen said nothing. “Valcor’s name is being dragged,” Benedict added. “And worse—”

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.

I let this happen. I moved my back towards the window and walked over to an old wooden desk in the large healing room. Aunt Belle had left a book there, something which she said would assist me in making some sense of all of everything going on. The title, larger than the rest of the text, read: “The History of Supernatural Covens.” I had not for a moment agreed to read the book because anticipation was scary especially when it came to witches and curses from ancient days. Yet if I had to do this to save Zoey it was about time that I came face to face with my fears.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.