Orphaned Book Novels & Stories

"That's it!" Charlotte felt perplexed. The Book of the Great Principles was a book self-authored by King Percival Windmere and often read by Owen. Everyone in the family knew about it. Did Faith really come here in the middle of the night just to take a few books? Gina was dismissed, and Charlotte closed the door behind her, pacing inside. She quickly scanned the bookshelf. In the innermost compartment, she opened a book cover and discovered that among the four volumes of "The Book of the Great Principles," one was missing.

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

"He's hiding something from me. Or the world is hiding it from him." I began to move through the rows of the last section, where the shelves were made of actual wood, smelling of cedar and rot. This was the dead Row, where books too fragile for digital scanning were kept. I spent hours there, my fingers trailing over spines that crumbled at the touch. I checked liturgy of the Fire, Genealogy of the Unmarked, and the Shadow Rites to see if I would see something concerning what I was. But there was nothing but dry, academic theories.

Unfortunately,today was not one of those days. “I'm talking to you, Orphan,” John continued, stepping closer. He collected the book from her hands and examined the back cover. “What's this? Another story about knights and princesses? Do you dream or imagine being rescued, Anna?No one's coming for you”.

I chimed into his words. "This is so so wrong and you should have a look at your old book, it'll surely tell you that you're wrong with this attitude of yours" He stutters, "Don't call that book old cause it has done a lot of things that you couldn't do in your whole lifetime" I chuckled stealing glances at him, "You know I should just let you be cause you're not in your right frame of mind" he uttered as he turned his back on me, "Just leave, get the fuck out of my house... You can go back to your family cause I've lost mine today.... I'm a fucking orphan Queen" I sobbed,

"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

This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book. In the past it was called by a lot of different names, it was passed down from a lot of people, families, and even leaders of countries. All of which succumbed to its evil, its malice. The book is an entity by itself, corrupting each and everyone who possesses it. It has already traveled to different nations and countries. It was called by different names; Księga umarłych, Totenbuch, Cartea morților, or its most famous name the book of the dead. The keepers called it “Necromantia”. He turned his head looked down below, the town of Crowsdale looms down in the valley. Lights from hundre

“This book is weird, especially because the female lead has the same name as me,” Onora muttered, then closed the book. She had come here to forget her pains with books, but this one felt strange and scary to her. She glanced at her kitty, who was licking its paw. “Today is really slow,” Onora said, picking up her cat. She walked out of the library but met someone unpleasant—Kaliyah. A sneer masked her face. Onora tried to pass another way, but Kaliyah blocked the path with her body.

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.