Old World Book の小説・ストーリー

She moved deeper into the library, toward the older shelves at the very back where the books looked like they had not been touched in years. And then she saw it. It was a large book, wider than her arm's length and bound in something dark that looked like old leather. The writing on the spine was faded, the letters curled in an ancient style she almost could not read. But she made out two words clearly enough. Pack Origins. She pulled it from the shelf carefully, the way one would handle something that might fall apart if handled wrong. She carried it to the small reading table in the corner and set it down. The wood groaned under its weight.

"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

The scent of ancient paper and ink lingered in the air, invoking a sense of nostalgia. I looked around in awe, running my fingers along the aged book covers. They ranged from novels to obscure volumes on various topics, but what caught my attention were the rare editions on werewolf culture and history. In our world, where strength and practicality took precedence, knowledge was often overlooked, making such books exceedingly rare and valuable.

In the center stood a grand pedestal, upon which rested an ancient tome. Leori and Adonis approached the pedestal with a mix of reverence and anticipation. The tome beckoned to them, its pages filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations past. As Leori opened the book, the words inscribed within seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten realms and uncharted possibilities.

His hands felt weak, and his legs seemed ready to collapse to the ground. "I can't believe this. How could this happen? How long has it been since the book I hold glowed like this? Such things only happened back when my ancestors were still alive," he thought to himself. He knew the origin of the book in his hands and its purpose. Inside it were recorded all the events that had ever occurred across the entire world, even in the realm of the gods. And he also knew that the appearance of this strange book was a sign that everything happening in the world would change the history of the Xiwang world. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know yet, but it was clear that it would bring a new ligh

Of course, the old man knew what she meant, but this matter made it difficult for him to tell the truth. "I know. Since things have come to this point, there is no point in hiding it." Opening the box, the old man took out the book with trembling hands and handed it to him. "Take a look!" Christiano took the slightly yellowish book. Judging from the color of the paper, this book should be an ancient book that had experienced many years. The only thing that puzzled him was that there was a Eight Trigrams Diagram on the cover of this book. He opened the page and read it. When he read it, his face became more and more ugly. When he saw the last night, he found that the last page had been torn o

She took a deep breath before gathering her senses to swallow whatever the truth he was going to open up in front of her. The old man grabbed one of the books behind him and opened the page sliding it in front of Alice who frowned not understanding even a single word written on the book. It was the language used by the wolves in ancient times, she squinted her eyes trying to understand even a single syllabus but it was impossible for her to read after all only those who had the years long study experience with this language could read it. "This book is the answer to your every question." He mumbled pointing at the page he laid in front of the confused woman, Alice still didn't understand him

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.