Orphaned Book Novels & Stories

My mother loved to write, and most of her writings were about random facts and a few things she couldn't wrap her head around. When I didn't find anything in the papers, I resorted to checking the books. Just three notebooks and two textbooks. Nothing in the notebooks. My fingers froze over the box when I put my hand in to take out the book that hadn't fallen out when the box broke. "They call them Frostborn." The title read. I stared at it, my heart pounding like I was about to unveil or learn about something I wasn't supposed to. I brought out the book and cleaned the dust off it with the sleeve of my clothes.

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

What if the solution to our problems wasn't buried in these pages at all? As I scanned through the pile, hoping to find something, anything, my eyes widened as I spotted a book that seemed out of place. It was old and weathered, bound in dark leather with strange symbols etched on its cover. Intrigued and yet wary, I picked it up and began flipping through its pages. The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy.

, she said as she hurried away. Right from now, she had never seen a library as big as this, neither idea about a library with this length, this was just something else, books everywhere, authors she had seen and the ones she had not seen, it was impossible, a library that didn't have an end, ",Who's the keeper of this library?", Iranna asked Blanco, "It has been abandoned. ",he said blankly. An abandoned library in the school, was unheard of, no doubt. "So the idea is to find the Book on Good and Evil by Adolpha Asgorn. ", that was the name of the book,they were to find. "How are we supposed to find this book, any Witch or Lunar powers might actually come into handy.", Alec said, Eyes onto

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.

I didn’t make it far, just up to an abandoned park, it’s where my car died, it wouldn’t start anymore but it was okay, that’s as far as I’m going from here. Lulu, my stuffed grey wolf with purple eyes was my one and only loyal friend, she was with me when I spent the six dollars, when I was too hungry and was ready to beg for food. She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?