Orc Book 소설 & 이야기

It wasn’t until I reached the bottom of the last cabinet that I found something different. A slim, flat leather-bound book. No title on the cover. No markings on the spine. Just a plain book, worn at the corners. I flipped it open. The first page was filled with faded handwriting. I squinted at the words. The orb does not serve. It lives. To touch its center is to hold time itself. But time bends for no one. I turned the next page, and what I saw chilled me. Drawings. Human-like figures who had once tried to take the orb’s core energy. Some had melted into shadows. Others had aged backward until they vanished completely. There were notes scribbled beside them—"strength unmatched but short-li

"Maybe Orna used some kind of magic to make you forget." "Maybe. But I remember the story now. I remember Orna telling me that new things start from destruction. She was obsessed with that book. It had a dark brown leather cover that looked like it was a dragon's skin. It was different than the normal books. She always carried it with her and sometimes she read it to me. Only to me," I said as I remembered the nights she read stories to me. I was besotted with Orna. She was my cool aunt. I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Maybe she never did. "I was small. I was around seven or eight. The same age as Lili when she started reading the book to me. It was interesting. She would tell the s

I slowly went to sit on the sofa, on the spot where he was sitting some time ago. I stared at the first book. A yellowed cover, almost a few decades old, lay inconspicuously on top of the other books. I should divert my mind. What if Janet’s vision is wrong? I have never met an oracle until today, but I have heard that not everything they say is written in stone. Having nothing better to do or think about, I picked up the first book titled ‘Renaud pack’s Rise and Fall’ which was written by Al Mauvin.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

I’m still not sure after all these years why I always go back to the same spot. But never the less….in times of heart ache, sorrow, anger, or my most deepest sadness I always end up in the same spot. Let me start from my beginning my name is Aurora Brock, and I am going to be 19 soon. I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop.

Orion. I swerved around and raised the book in my hand. “Orion?” I glanced at Owen, then at the book. “Like, the same Orion??” Peeling the front cover and a few after that, a vibrant picture Orion sat on it. I gasped and the book fell from my hand. Owen said nothing, but kept his gaze on me. Are you kidding me?! “I tore the lycan king with my claws?!” I shrieked with eyes wide open. “How- why… jeez..” having no ability to form words, I settled on just blinking. My blue eyes rested on the book on the floor showing his face.

"But how do we perform this spell? And where can we find it?" Isolde produced a worn, ancient tome from the folds of her robes. The book's pages were yellowed with age, and its cover bore strange symbols that seemed to writhe and shift. "I've had this for years, Baros, waiting for the right moment. The spell is within these pages, but it's intricate and dangerous. That's why I need your expertise. Together, we can unlock its secrets." Baros studied the book, his fingers tracing the ominous symbols. "And once we have performed this spell, what then? What is your vision for our future, Isolde?"

There, a thin panel at the back of the shelf seemed slightly out of place, as if it had been forced in. Theo moved in closer. “Boss?” I pressed against the panel, and it popped loose. In the darkened space behind it, I discovered a small leather notebook, covered in dust and mold. My heart raced as I slowly pulled it out. The initials embossed on the cover were unmistakable. A.O. Adrian Orlov. A frown crossed my face. Adrian wasn’t one for reading; he preferred to collect fine wines, while books were never really his thing. I took it out, the cool leather sending a shiver through my palm. Theo straightened at the sight of my expression.

I began the most epic and interesting journey of my life, until all these happened, and now, it is the most mysterious journey ever. I journeyed to the temple of Oer ,a temple where strength and power was refined at its finest and fullest. It is said that the temple was an ancient temple,there was once an Oer monk who was powerful and he casted his powers inside a book named Santacas, during a war, the monk was killed in the war.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t