Originals Book Novels & Stories

Iris I stared at it like it was a snake, stunned into place from the sheer shock and disbelief. How… I swallowed back the curse that surged to my lips. The book stood out and it took a few seconds to confirm that it was real. There was no doubt about it. It wasn't a typical printed copy spread out to mass markets. This looked ‘original’. There was only one way to find out. With shaky hands, I opened the first page, searching until I found the proof. It didn't take long.

It was a morbid thought, as he moved a box on one shelf, another further along the shelf, all but jumped off the shelf and cracked open on the ground like it was on a suicide mission. Sighing in frustration, Karl kneels beside the box and with gloved hands he sifted through the splintered wood of the box. That’s when he found a small book, in what appeared to be a false bottom of the box. A glance at it’s contents, one of his eyebrows rose as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. Inside the book was exactly what he was waiting for. A book with translations. But this wasn’t a copy of a copy, translated and retranslated. This was an original. The University prided itself on it’s most complete c

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.

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.

“They don’t make paper like this anymore. Everything was meant to last.” I watched her as she spoke—animated, fully herself, unguarded in a way I hadn’t seen before. And it made my heart soar. I just couldn’t help smiling even more. She stopped suddenly, eyes narrowing as she tilted her head. “Oh—wait. This one’s original.” “Original?” I echoed. She nodded, already leaning in closer. “Early nineteenth century. Look at the embossing.” She glanced back at me, excitement bubbling just beneath her whisper. “Do you have any idea how many hands this book has passed through?”

“If you still don’t believe me, look at this.” Rikka showed a dusty brown book titled ‘The Magic and Its Origins’ in Archipelrunska runes. Judging from the condition of the book, it seems to have been published a long time ago. “This is the first version of Reki Vidmann’s book with the original title. The content is still very original. There are no changes at all, including the author’s notes. Try reading this section,” Without even chanting a single incantation, the book was suddenly enveloped in light and floated like a bubble towards Alisa. Rikka turned out to be a high-level light magical girl.

Adam's POV After learning the truth about myself twelve hours ago, I spent the night talking with my parents, then my wolf. I wanted to learn what I could about werewolves, so I decided to go to the library. Every book I read talks about our kind as though we are fantasy. To be fair, I used to think that way. I was sitting at a table in the middle of the library reading through my fifth book when I was suddenly overwhelmed with a jasmine and rose fragrance. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on them. “This is probably what you’re after,” he said, gesturing for me to take the guest seat at his desk. “They’re copies of originals so I’m not sure if the information is as accurate as it could be. However, they should provide you with some new information that you won’t typically find elsewhere.” Copies? So there were originals out there even older than the ones in my hand? Seemed impossible to even consider. I took the seat opposite Elder Luke and began flicking through the first book. There was definitely a lot of information I already knew, general topics and ideology, but I could see there were some new things too.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?