Old World Book Novels & Stories

This was his first time taking the initiative to ask whether I'd gotten home safely. I remembered how he would never have chosen to send me home whenever we had gatherings with our friends. He would say, "This isn't too far from your place, Willow. You can just walk home." When I chose places further away, he would say, "I'll call you an Uber." Long story short, Isabel Lane was the only one he wanted to send home. But… she'd already died eight years ago. Suddenly, something possessed me and made me scour my social media like a madwoman. Then, the realization dawned on me.

“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.

Our lives were the only thing that have value right now. Luciana, on the other hand, doesn't even have accessories in her body. Not even those wooden-made ones. Similar to me, we were outcasts in their time. But I cannot trade our lives to that old woman. Never. The old woman paused for a moment before pointing a crooked finger directly at me. With a tone that carried a sense of both sorrow and anticipation, she asked, "Are you willing to trade the book beneath that piece of cloth for one wish?" Surprised, I hesitated, clutching the book closer to my chest. It was a relic passed down through generations from Luciana's parents, filled with ancient spells and lost knowledge.

“All of these are mostly about history. I guess we’re looking for a book that would hopefully explain the Houses in Terra Lycaon?” “I mean we already have a book for that,” I say. “It’s just not updated enough. It’s not showing anything from before the time my family took over. I know that there were a lot of old families during that time. It would make sense to find them here in the older books.” “Yeah, and where do we start?” August laughs as he points at the stockpile. “Which one is the oldest?” He picks one up. “Is it this one bound with leather made from Human skin? Or the one that’s barely bound and falling apart at the seams?”

“Here.” She flips open the book and I lean over to see what it is, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, there’s something in here. The book in question is falling apart, and she has dug it out from somewhere far at the back. From what I can make of it anyway, it’s at least several centuries old and I can see the glimmer of magic that is fading, ancient magic used to preserve it. “Here… look, it mentions a calamity that took place several centuries ago.” She says, pointing to a page that is barely readable.

He just found the courage to do so after wanting to divert his mind from Aubrey. Alpha Angelo dusted the drawer before opening. He took out the old, Ancient rule book from the drawer. He was surprised that even though the book was old, it was well-preserved and kept. All the pages were intact. Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open. For above five seconds after, he studied the time table like it was the map to treasure Island. “‘Werewolf’, that's the name of the subject.” He fell silent for a while and studied the paper in his hands for even longer than he had the first time. “It's a new subject which we've never been taught. After that, we'll have geography.” They all fell silent as they remembered the old geography teacher, professor Ericson. If one thing was certain, it was that as long as the three of them existed, none was going to forget him.

“Go on…” “She didn’t stay here often, the old woman. But every time she came, she brought books for Hale. Crates of them, actually. Histories, old crafts, herbcraft, healing — and records of the East.” His voice drops. “I never went near them. Half the family thought she was mad, and the things she kept weren’t the kind of things you read for pleasure. But they’re still here. Locked in the old east library, gathering dust.” He pauses. “There might be something in them, Ember. About the East. About Caelora. Even about this — Maiden of the Long War your wolf named herself. Maybe… Maybe even something that might help with healing Rayana.” My heart is pounding. “You’d let me—”

I shut the tunnel door and went to the office with my mate, while we waited to find out what they found. I opened the box from my grandmother’s pantry and pulled out a book that measured twenty inches tall and eighteen inches wide. It was also eight inches thick. I picked up the book and sat it on my desk. Joshua smiled, “There is your pack history book, love.” I nodded, “I think so. The book itself is huge.” I opened the cover and immediately laid my eyes on some beautiful handwriting. The grammar reminded me of olde English language, and it was dated January eighteen, sixteen twenty-two. I gasped, “This is a really old book.” Joshua looked at the date that I was pointing too and gasped, “E