Originals Book Novels & Stories

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“It’s an ancient language used centuries ago,” Morgan says, lifting her gaze from the brownish-red book to look at us. “Where did you find this?” Raina hesitates. “Back in the territory.” Morgan’s eyes drop to the book again. “I’ve always wanted a copy. I never thought the Alpha had it all this time.” “What is the book about?” Raina asks. “Red wolves and their true history.” Raina and I glance at each other.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

Aliyah sighed, “I was actually going to the nightwalker’s school to get their own history book and see…” “You were what?” Edward finally asked, his gaze not leaving her. “I had to, the book in our library said that all the originals died, that they killed themselves and you told me that you are an original and then there is a Prince Edward in the name of the originals so I wanted to get their book and know how you survived.” Edward was silent and then said after some seconds, “you could have just asked me,” he said rather softly. “How could I? How many times have we ever had a conversation without you talking about how much you want to kill me or trying to?”

The memory was seared into her brain. It flooded her with guilt and shame but it wasn’t enough to push away the butterflies in her stomach or the sweet throbbing in her neck where he had marked her with his teeth. It was short, intense and with a person whom she had never met before, a person that was like an abomination to werewolves. A human. Her heart leapt as she thought of her little act of rebellion. It left a bitter-sweet after taste in her mouth – if her kin were to find out –

She moved deeper into the library, toward the older shelves at the very back where the books looked like they had not been touched in years. And then she saw it. It was a large book, wider than her arm's length and bound in something dark that looked like old leather. The writing on the spine was faded, the letters curled in an ancient style she almost could not read. But she made out two words clearly enough. Pack Origins. She pulled it from the shelf carefully, the way one would handle something that might fall apart if handled wrong. She carried it to the small reading table in the corner and set it down. The wood groaned under its weight.

(HOW IT GOES) “DEATH Reincarnate.” Winona whispers the name of the book and the world that is both unfamiliar and familiar to her in an uncanny way and a contradicting sense. “This book, my life, and everyone that involves within it. Just how dreadful it all could be?” She asks but somewhat anticipating the darkness that it brings rather than the good and light that one can hope for. “This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?”

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

⸻ 🌙 The Book Of Origins Then suddenly— A loud rumble echoed through the library. 📚⚡ The crystal’s broken fragments rose into the air. ✨ And from the center of the room… A massive book appeared. 💀 The largest book any of them had ever seen. Its cover was black. Its pages silver. Its lock made of living shadows. 🌑 Lyra’s eyes widened. 😱 “The Book of Origins.” ⸻ 🌙 The Forbidden Record The book slowly opened. Its pages turned by themselves. ⚡ One page.

The Book of Origins revealed one final sentence before snapping shut: > *A name is the first step toward becoming someone... and the hardest thing to lose.*>