Open Her Book Novels & Stories

~DAWN MOUNTAIN~ The old lady had opened the first page of the heavenly book and with the commands of previous king , she was going to read each and every thing inside the book. She peeked over the letters which were not that bold that they could be read very easily . But she was a werewolf and moreover these days she had been taking the herbs recommended by the late Emperor to boost up her senses . Thus, she could read the faint letters clearly. The first chapter was something like FAIRY LAND....

What if I never open it? “You’ve come across the key before but you don’t just know it’s the key.” She weirdly said. Okay…this was getting complex by the minute. “And what does this book entail? How’s it supposed to help me?” I breathed out, asking her. “You asked if I thought you can be like him, right?” I moved my chin from the book to look at her. In her face was a warm and kind smile. I nodded a ‘yes’ at her words.

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

Hannah had found her ring, even though it was not how it used to be. Nothing truly belonged to her in this world, not anything or anyone. She should not have hoped for it, and she should not have been greedy. Unfortunately, she was only human. How could a human not have any desires or wants? Heather entered her room upstairs, closed her door, and drew the curtains shut. Then she took out a box from her pocket. She opened the box and revealed the book inside. She felt as though her heart were about to jump out of her chest because she was so excited and her heartbeat was so rapid.

“You need to heal completely. After you've stopped feeling guilty, getting back your healing abilities is the next thing to do.” I step closer to her and take the old and dusty book in her hand. I read the inscription and it is “My Herbs Book.” It is a book where she wrote all the herbs formulation and it looks like she has just gone back to retrieve it from where she had abandoned it for years.

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

she wrote angrily and tore the paper and threw it on him "No, she isn't, she is alive. Although I won't call her a being, I can bring her back to life" "How," she wrote and showed him "I guess Will already showed you this book, right?" he asked [is he asking about the book he showed me this morning? Also, it is just this morning I saw it, so how did he know that"] "I need that book," he asked She shook her head as No looked him suspiciously "Look, didn't Will tell you that the book contains all secrets of this world? With that book, we can bring your mom back to life" he said desperately

Leesa sat at the table in the living room, gripped by a feeling she could neither understand nor explain. Her book of magic lay unopened in front of her—for the first time ever, she felt hesitant to lift the cover. She was troubled by a nagging sense that events were combining to drive her toward a dangerous future, and that by opening her book this afternoon she might be taking one more step in that uncertain direction.

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

If she was asked about her view on black magic, she would have portrayed her disbelief in it. Even after His Grace told her about it, she doubted him but gave the face of believing what he had said. Dropping the substance, she headed to the table that was not far from her. This table was different from others too. Only it had a harmless item, "A book". "What is a book doing here?" She whispered. She carried it, looked closely at it, read out the writing that was at the front cover. "It looks familiar but I can not say exactly where I have seen it." "I think it is....." She was about to complete her speech when she heard a sound, sound of someone opening a door.