Old Novel Novels & Stories

I whispered weakly, "I've heard this too many times. I don't want to hear it again. You will have a new life. Stop pretending here." "No!" he shouted, then collapsed into a chair. "Without you, I wouldn't have a new life. I love you. I can't live without you. Please, don't leave me." He cried silently on my blanket, his back shaking with sadness. I watched him quietly, refusing to shed tears for him again. Sadly, the revised will still hadn't been finished. I guessed I didn't have a writing talent. But maybe that was for the best. Leaving nothing behind felt like I was never here at all.

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“Seriously?” That’s when Emma dropped the old-looking book onto my side of the table. It looked so old that its leather cover was frayed in places and you could barely read the title; Legends of the Old Country. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “The school library’s one of the oldest in the country… you’ll find an odd relic or two stuffed into the stacks if you try hard enough,” Emma answered. Emma flipped the yellowing pages until she found the one she wanted me to read.

I held back my disgust and leaned away slightly, but he hugged me tighter after a brief pause. “Hazel, did I scratch you?” His eyes were wide, all innocent as he smiled down at me. For a moment, I thought I saw the Sam from twenty years ago. We had just moved to this city, trying to make it together. He was juggling eight part-time jobs, and I was delivering food. That winter had been bitterly cold. We couldn’t afford to turn on the heat in our tiny apartment, so we’d huddle together on a single twin bed for warmth.

Prologue: Time vanquishes an existence, and it could also stir up a beginning, thus, there brings up the matter of the Old World and New World. A very long time ago, planet Earth used to be called the Old World. It was to signal that there will be a time in future when things will be different and far advanced. In the Old World, there consists of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and Humans, who all lived in peace.

Throw in big eyes behind even bigger glasses and a face full of freckles, and Maddie was a ragdoll to Olive's Barbie doll. "At least I wouldn't be caught dead walking around with one of those," she wagged a finger at Olive's Joan Aiken book "outdated pathetic excuse for a novel" Olive gasped in mock indignation, her fingers splayed on her chest "They're not outdated. This book was written in 1927! How dare you, Shay?" She threw a pillow at Maddie as the both of them burst out in laughter. The sound of the key turning in the front door made both girls pause in their laughter. Hastily they rearranged themselves on the couch and tried to look as if they were immersed in their separate books.

Kirou looked around as soon as his vision returned to him. He was currently near the center of a rural village. Though it has been at least a full week since Immortal Era was launched, you could still find quite a few people moving around the village. As Kirou was surveying his surroundings, a Lycan reminiscent of an old man approached him. "Hello and welcome to Elderwood Village, young one. I see that you are new here. I am called Old Wolf." The old man now identified as Old Wolf gave Kirou a polite greeting.

The old wolf released Kael's arm and walked away, disappearing into the forest before Kael could ask any more questions. Torvin appeared at Kael's side. "What did he want?" "To warn me." "About what?" Kael watched the trees where the old wolf had vanished. "About an enemy older than Seraphine. Older than the moon." Torvin's face went pale. "That's not possible." "I hope you're right." --- Kael couldn't sleep that night. He lay in his tent, staring at the canvas ceiling, replaying the old wolf's words over and over. The ancient ones. The creatures who existed before the moon. The ones who created the Devourer.

"How delightfully confusing." The old woman smiled, and it wasn't entirely reassuring. "I prefer Cordy, dear. Less formal, don't you think?" She moved into the room with surprising grace for someone who had to be pushing ninety, heading straight for a section of shelves I'd never paid much attention to before. Her fingers traced along the book spines with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was looking for. "The curse," she said, withdrawing a slim volume bound in what looked suspiciously like human skin, "was cast by Moira Blackthorne in 1847."

Ancient books lined the shelves, their pages filled with forgotten knowledge, while relics of a bygone era adorned every surface. Curiosity led us deeper into the chamber, until we discovered an old journal, its leather cover aged and weathered. Lya carefully opened it, her eyes scanning the faded ink that adorned its pages. The words within were fragments of a lost history, a testament to the struggles and triumphs of those who had come before us.