Old World Book Novels & Stories

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.

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.

Picking a card from Clover hand. " Yes. " Clover approved, raising her chin a bit higher in a side eye "We do all." Olive commented. "This card said great things are coming for you. " Clover stated. "But they will cost you." Olive noted, snatching the card from my hand. I tried to get the card but produced water from the other setting the card having it shiver to the ground. "We heard about that code you couldn't crack." Clover remarked. "So here's a book that will help." Olive handed me a dirty green book, the spine was broken, and it felt as it was going to break in any second. On the cover said, "The Code That the Wise One Knows.”

Which honestly should have surprised nobody. The ancient guardian appeared carrying a book nearly as large as Althea. The little girl immediately pointed at it. Apparently approving. Order looked pleased. Naturally. He placed the text on the table. "I found something." Every person in the room immediately stopped what they were doing. That alone told me how desperate we were. Order opened the book carefully. The pages looked ancient. Older than most kingdoms. The writing glowed faintly. Hunter leaned closer. Chaos actually became serious.