Old World Book Novels & Stories

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.

Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her. “Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe. “It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty. “What is it you’re looking for?” Selene glanced back at Lylah. “The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…” Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair. “…It’s gone.”

"It's blank." Everest took the book, his expression puzzled. "Really? That's strange." I reached out, gently taking the book from Everest's hands. As I opened it, the pages sprang to life, filled with an intricate tapestry of spells, potions, and ancient magical knowledge. "What the..." Brent's eyes widened in surprise. "It's not blank," I murmured, awe coloring my tone. "It's full of information." Miranda leaned in, her fingers tracing the elegant script. "This is incredible. Old world magic, the likes of which I've never seen."

There were also a few books on magic and the occult, their pages filled with strange symbols and diagrams. Cole's grandfather had clearly been a man of knowledge, a seeker of hidden truths. Lila wondered what he had been like, what secrets he had uncovered in his long life. She opened one of the books at random, her eyes falling on a passage about the Old Ones. It described them as ancient beings of immense power, creatures of shadow and darkness that had existed since the dawn of time. They were drawn to places where the veil between worlds was thin, and they sought to exploit those weaknesses for their own purposes.

I say it appreciatively, and he only grunts in response before walking away. I go into the mystical creatures island, and I stare at the amount of books on the shelves. How the hell am I supposed to pick just one out of all of this? A particular hardcover catches my attention. It appears ancient, yet it’s lilac, exactly the same color as my eyes. I take it off the shelf and grin when I see its title. THE HISTORY OF OMEGAS: HOW THE DIVINE BEINGS CAME TO BE. Yes! This is it! This is the book!

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I

“This book.” She showed him the book, its old texture threatening to break apart. The librarian looked at the book with interest. “We do have old books in this library, but never one so old.” Odessa was getting desperate. She needed to know what was happening to her. “At least check around. You may see a newer version of this book,” she pleaded. The librarian shook his head. His eyes absolute. “I know every book in this library. As large as it looks,” he widened his arms for a more dramatic effect to his words, “but I've never seen any book this old.”

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old

I just lost hope at this point, my eyes were strained already. “Oh this brat, these kids always rely on the internet, not everythin’ in there is right!” The old man annoyingly said. “How to raise a goldfish.” I said. How could this old man know that book anyway? Maybe it wasn’t even a book in the first place. “Ah! A classic. The green book written by Henry Welsh? Ah, I remember that guy, I still feel sad about what happened to him.” The old janitor sighed as if he was at a loss.