Orphaned Book Novels & Stories

After checking the computer, the woman behind the counter nodded. “We have two copies left. Is that the only book you need?” she asked. “Yes! Oh my God! Thank you! What aisle is it in?” “If you wait here, I’ll go get it for you!” “Thank you so much!” Five minutes later I was strolling out the doors, gripping the book tightly. That was $82 I couldn’t afford, but oh well. I would be fine as long as I was careful about rationing my food. At least I didn’t have to worry about the ‘Freshmen Fifteen’. I threw the book in the back seat before slamming my door and starting my car. It was about time I found the stupid book. Now I could go see Becky. I glanced at the clock and immediately groaned when

Or that’s what I kept telling myself. “Please tell me you’re not closed.” I sighed more loudly than intended, putting my mask on, and proceeded to smile at the roughened-looking man. “We’re not closed.” “Oh good, good.” “What can I do for you?” He took out a rumpled piece of paper from his back pocket and slid it onto the counter towards me. “I’m looking at this book, The Orphan Train." “Oh no, we don’t have it." “Are you sure? Can’t you check your system?” I don’t like his tone or the way he’s looking at me. People like him usually ruin your good mood, your day. So I just nodded and moved towards the computer.

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

As Cali went out of the office, her phone chimed in her purse. She took it out to find out that Horace was calling her. He was also an orphan and they both lived in the same orphanage. An involuntary smile spread across her lips. And she picked up his call almost immediately. She forgot about all her troubles and pain in her life for a moment. It was always like this when it was him. He was like a loving brother that she never had.

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

No match to the aura that clung to her. I turned another page, frustration creeping into my chest. The book was meticulous—births, deaths, even lost heirs, and yet she was a ghost in all of it. A shadow that didn’t belong anywhere. My gaze drifted toward a second, smaller volume hidden behind the larger ones. The Book of the Fallen Packs. The title alone carried a chill. Those who were wiped from the records after the wars, their families scattered or erased. I set it down carefully and flipped it open. The entries were old, ink faded to brown, but one name caught my attention, House of Velmir.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

What few conversations he was able to have with the oldest kids gave him some information. The oldest orphans at the time of the coup were eleven to thirteen years old. Five years later he found the decreasing number of orphans was due to the oldest ones turning sixteen to eighteen years old. Alrik had continued to have very public relations with the alphas of other packs and to his misfortune he found that every time he had a pack over the alpha, the beta, or their sons found their mate. He started losing his orphans quickly and needed to replace them. Another five years later and the same issue is occurring again.” “He’s purposely killing off families to create orphans for him to use as sl

She wanted to save her co-defenders so badly, but at the same time, she didn't want to put the life of the rest of the creatures in danger. Instead of overthinking about it, she spent her time looking for an interesting book to read inside the library that could possibly help her in the near future. She started reading all the titles of the books that are organized in the lower section of the huge wide shelves. Nothing still caught her attention, so she raised her head and used her ability to fly to start searching on the higher section. A few seconds when she was about to give up, a unique book caught her attention. It was titled "reverse," which was also written backward. She quickly pulle

She ran her fingers over the ancient book, the Reflection Game, her expression grim. She had seen this book before. Decades ago, it had caused unspeakable chaos in her village. Stories of children disappearing, their spirits lost to an underworld of torment, were etched in her memory. She had thought the cursed object was destroyed, yet here it was—back to haunt her family.