Old World Book Novels & Stories

My home was the closest to the ocean, the farthest point away from the temple,all wisely planned by my grandpa so I would have a hard time lurking around during sessions that plan is not working out well. I reached in and carefully pulled out an old book, a very very old book. The pages were turning a musky brown colour and the ink came off if pressed on. The book cover was dirty and faded but I could still make out the words Dark Arts. The book was originally general knowledge of dark arts, spells, potions and a whole lot but the one I held had been reviewed with hand written guidelines, understanding of spells and how to use the spells to create new ones.

"He said to tell you he is not ready to come himself yet. He said you would understand what that means." She held out a book. I looked at it. It was old. Very old. The kind of old that meant it had survived things, that it had been preserved carefully by people who understood its value. The cover was dark leather, unmarked, the spine soft with handling. "What is it," I said.

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

As I packed, an ancient emblem tumbled to the floor—an intricately carved wolf sigil, the sacred token of the Ferguson Alpha, gifted only to his destined Luna. Evan had given it to me when we first mated. Now, it was time to return it. However, the emblem went missing after I found an exquisite box for it. Instead, a young boy sat in the place of that emblem. With one look, I could tell that it was 17-year-old Evan. He gazed at me tenderly with his clear blue eyes. "Why are you leaving me, even when I love you so much?" My belongings and outfits were laid out on the bed. He could immediately tell that I planned to leave the castle.

The house was usually filled with her grandmother's presence, but now it felt empty and still. As she reached the attic, Olivia noticed a small, dusty book on the shelf. It looked like it had been untouched for years. Curious, she picked it up and blew off the dust. As she opened it, she realized that it was an ancient incantation. Her grandmother had always been interested in the supernatural, and Olivia knew that this book must have belonged to her.

Mae questioned suspiciously. Blaze gave her a soft look in an attempt to calm her suspicion. “Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“

Answer Dewa with a slow voice but is full of pressure. "Then do not consider this old woman as your mama again." Mama immediately divert his views and sitting in the direction of the opposite direction. "Ma ...." Rajuk Dewa, his hands revoke his male arm, similar to the young child who is whining as to be candy. "If I were the father of the woman, I could have come to me and imagined marrying as a form of responsibility for having made the fall of his little girl just because of the bake." Maom said that he might divert the views and duties of his seat.

The book held secrets beyond the understanding of ordinary men, secrets reserved only for those born with magic. Mathias rolled off his bed and knelt down, searching beneath it. His hand clasped around the Old Book, the weight of its ancient knowledge giving him a sense of purpose and responsibility. He took it and carefully placed it on top of his bed, treating it with reverence. Then, he started flipping through the pages of the book, each turn revealing ancient spells and captivating stories. But as he delved deeper, Mathias couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Everything he read seemed accessible to anyone, even though they might lack the ability to wield the magic within.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Each one needed to be categorized, filed, and cross-referenced—tedious work, but it kept my mind busy. As I sorted through a particularly old pile, my fingers brushed against something different—a heavy book with faded lettering on its spine. The leather binding was cracked and worn, small pieces flaking off under my touch. Curious, I pulled it from the stack. Golden script decorated the cover in an ancient language I recognized from my council training: Bloodlines and Sacred Artifacts of the Wolf Packs. I blew dust off the cover, shaking loose specks that glittered in the day’s bright rays. The book looked centuries old, its pages yellowed and brittle with age.