Old World Book Novels & Stories

Long enough that I began wondering if he had simply wandered off and forgotten I existed. Then finally he returned. A massive book rested in his arms. Ancient didn't begin to describe it. The leather cover was cracked. The edges looked half eaten by time itself. When he dropped it onto the counter, a cloud of dust exploded into the air. I coughed. The old man looked delighted by this. "This," he announced proudly, patting the cover, "contains everything known about the last Shadow Wolf." I stared at it. Then at him. Then back at the book.

I asked, touching a particular thick book. “That one’s about bloodline history,” he said when I held it up. “It was written by a half-mad seer,” he added. His answers were brief, but still it felt like a conversation. I wanted to continue, so I grabbed a book tucked behind the others. The book was so old it looked like it had survived a fire. Its edges were burnt, and blackened. The title had long faded away, and the cover was cracked with age. “What about this one?” I asked, pointing to it without touching. “Why are you keeping it?”

She came running into the kitchen with a big book and slammed it down open, making both Jensen and I jump with a grin on her face. “So,” she said excitedly, “The world is littered with all kinds of curses, and spells and prophecies. Some are so old that they could have been written by the original Alchemists themselves. There is one though that is so old it’s almost forgotten. It’s about the creation of a new supernatural species.” She turned the book and showed me the page that she was looking at. There was a crude drawing of a dog-like man, like how werewolves are shown in some of the TV Shows and movies out there.

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

“What?” Again the old man erupted in low laughter. “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. Good luck with Caius, though.” He whistled, shaking his head then turned serious. “The book was given to me by a deabru I say around the mid fifteen hundreds, though don’t quote me. My mind is a bit fuzzy. He was a strange bird, not quite like the other deabru. This one smelled funny. I remember that. He said he’d stolen it from a great witch, her name was Lily or Laura, I can’t remember, just that it started with an L.” Laina. “What do you mean he smelled funny?”

, the most powerful beast living in this island, an Ancient. The 12th Ancient, the giant tortoise ‘Bolus’ known as the gentlest beast among the first monsters that was made by God Nefelinn. Oh yeah, are the Gods I wrote in my novel also here? I wonder if they know about my existence, since they’re my creations, does that mean I’m a higher being than them? All those 9 gods also stop moving when I’m not in this dimension too. -- [Ancients – Apocalyptic grade monsters who are said to be the first rulers of the continents of Asgrea, monsters that possess power that can destroy anything in their path.]

No matter how hard she tried to trick or cajole the reason out of me. I didn’t have to open the books to know the books were gld. Olden books that talked about traditional medicine in such an amazing way that it made my head swirl. Some of the concepts explained in the notes were foreign to me and I couldn’t understand them. I knew that I would need something to explain it to me but I didn’t stop reading. I kept on reading and reading, my mind expanding with every new word that I read.

"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.

He asked me. Blowing out a silent breath, I cleared my throat. "Any book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms." I answered. "Oh and no fairytale. Just raw facts about the lands." "Interesting." Old Lady Waina said before she started walking away. "I'll go get that book for you." Prince Victor commented before he stood up and followed after the woman. The two left me along for a long time before they finally reappeared. Prince Victor was holding a large and thick book in his arms and Old lady Waina was following after him.

I moved my flashlight to where I saw a row of old armor lined up against the wall, there were some rusty swords and shields that I couldn't help but think that these shields had been here way before the Lycan King had even been born, there must have been used for a battle a hundred years ago or even more. There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the ne