Old Novel Novels & Stories

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

A murmur rippled through the chamber. Aurelia frowned. “That’s comforting.” Lucian ignored the comment. “What did you see?” The elder stepped closer to the ritual circle, staring at the faded runes as if trying to understand what they had revealed. “The form inside the flames was not a Lycan wolf.” Another Lycan noble stepped forward, his expression grim. “Nor was it the wolf of an Alpha.” Lucian’s golden eyes narrowed. “Explain.” The elder exhaled slowly. “In the oldest records… there are references to a bloodline older than both.”

Tonight, they were little more than cages. Elder Maelric gripped the arms of his throne so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “It should not be possible.” His voice trembled with fury as much as disbelief. “The Hollow Crown returns, and the land itself bends to their will? A mansion that moves, gates that expand? Madness! Heresy!” Across from him, Elder Ysolde smoothed the crimson silk of her robes, though her hand shook faintly. “Not heresy.” Her voice was thin, her eyes sharper than usual. “Old magic. Older than this Circle. Perhaps even older than the Coven itself.”

“This book is impossible to read. It’s written in Old English or something.” Thea looked at it. “This book is almost five hundred years old,” she said. “Switch me.” Conri was happier with his new book. When someone got to something about goddess gifted, they went to the copier and copied the pages. If it was new information, they told the group.

"We have a variety of everything." He reached behind me then, pulling a few older books from one of the shelves before handing them to me. The covers were worn and elegant, the pages yellowed with age. "They're old," he said. "Most of them were written in the eighteen hundreds." I opened one somewhere near the middle before handing it back to him. "Read something to me," I said quietly.

There were also a few books on magic and the occult, their pages filled with strange symbols and diagrams. Cole's grandfather had clearly been a man of knowledge, a seeker of hidden truths. Lila wondered what he had been like, what secrets he had uncovered in his long life. She opened one of the books at random, her eyes falling on a passage about the Old Ones. It described them as ancient beings of immense power, creatures of shadow and darkness that had existed since the dawn of time. They were drawn to places where the veil between worlds was thin, and they sought to exploit those weaknesses for their own purposes.

said the old man while rolling off his bed. “Is there no better way to do this…?” muttered Gerald as he watched the old man walk toward him. “Of course, not! Though the ancient ruins have existed for over a thousand years, I’ve only been here for the past sixty of them. Even then, I’ve yet to touch a single book in here!” replied the old man as he sat beside Gerald before looking up. Stubbing his cigarette out, Gerald then got to his feet before reaching for a book as he said, “How troublesome…”

“I know what is hides! I know what is is! You carry the rot of the deep in your hair, girl!” Estrela stepped into the cottage, her movements measured and unhurried. The interior smelled of dried herbs and damp earth. “The water is a gift,” she said, her tone almost soothing like a mother speaking to a frightened child. “The water is a curse of the old Gods,” the old man defended. “The old Gods will strike you down like they did the old king.” “The old king,” she repeated, her voice dropping an octave. A flicker of something dark and ancient passed through her eyes, gone as quickly as it had arrived. The old man’s hands trembled around the mug. “He thought he was a God too. Built his towers,

My stomach turned with revulsion that never quite faded. "Speaking of interesting stories," Thelma said, her words slurring more noticeably now as she drained another glass. "Has anyone told the old tales yet? The really old ones, from before the manor was even built?" "Old tales?" Madison perked up immediately, leaning forward with interest. "What kind of old tales?" "The dark ones," Thelma said with relish, clearly enjoying having a fresh audience. "The bloody ones. The ones that actually happened, not fairy stories."

Therefore, she's now having swelling lips. " Old!? I guess I've to prove myself to you that I'm not old, but young. A young bully will be a better name for me " I said because I don't like being called old from her mouth. It's making me annoyed! Guessing my thoughts she smirked with that sinister look before saying " Okay, Mr Old Bully! " with that teasing she poked my cheek while I frowned at her, however, my heart skipped its beats watching her act.