Originals Book Novels & Stories

the professor said. Leesa handed him the old book. “What is it?” Professor Clerval rested the book on his lap. “It's an original manuscript from the early nineteenth century, said to be the memoirs of a female vampire.” He put his pipe into a brass ashtray atop the desk and carefully opened the book. Leesa could hear the leather binding crinkle. She scraped her chair closer.

I began walking closer. "What's your favourite book?" she asks. A book lay on her lap and she left it open to keep her eyes on me. "Pride and Prejudice," I confess. "Ah, typical. If there is anything that I taught my children and grandkids, it is to be original." As I got closer to her, her age began to show more and more. "There's nothing unoriginal about liking Pride and Prejudice. It is a great book and deserves the appreciation," I defend, and I hear her chuckle.

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I moved around and I started with the book titled; "The original werewolves." This sounded like a great story, so I picked it up and began to consume it. Days rolled into weeks and I moved from books to books. Gradually, I was reading a lot of historical books and I was getting fascinated by what I am seeing. Little did I know that I have little idea of what we are and the creatures around us.

She went down to one knee beside the object, her fingers running the length of it like she wanted to verify it was still there. Then she unlatched it and got a book. It's older than the one we had. The leather was scuffed, the edges fraying and burnt. She placed it on the table. “This is the original.” My breath caught. “The original?” Soraya nodded. “The one for which my parents died.” Jameson exhaled sharply. “That — that could tell us everything.” Soraya’s voice was quiet. “It does.”

It was an unsettling thought. It reminded me of a paragraph I read from one of the lycan books I’d found back at my old pack. The title of the book was, ‘the original lycans’. It was dated back to the first family of lycans, the first ones that were turned, the original pureblood lycan families. The author had said something about their true potential never really being mastered. I didn’t really understand what he meant then, since I’d just read it because I was bored and not necessarily to gain insight on the most notorious species of all time.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

There was no head of the table. I looked at the room for a long moment. "How did you design this?" I asked. "From the founding document," she said. I looked at her. "Which founding document?" I said carefully. She reached to the shelf behind her and produced a worn, handbound book that I recognised immediately — not the original, but a copy, made with care, in handwriting that was not Isara's but had clearly been produced from Isara's original. "Where did you get this?" I said. My voice was very quiet.

Their skills have been altered in the book. As a book and art nerd, I know when an artifact's been altered. The edges of this page does not feel the same with the previous ones. I continued flipping through the pages and saw about fairies- and they are what you call the "Originals" because they are apparently one of the first creatures to be born. Yes, one of them. Apparently the other races that came with them have been extinct. I read more but as I reach the last page, I saw my kind. Dragon slayer.