Osrs Damaged Book Novels & Stories

he slithered, and at that same moment, Miller appeared with an entourage of five guards with the ancient Book of the Damned tucked in one arm. The sound of Mathias' knees twisting had my eyes snapping back to him, my eyes widening in horror as his body twisted in an unnatural angle, his obsidian orbs reflecting nothing. The sickening crack of his neck had his mouth flying open, and almost immediately, an endless stream of thick black smoke flew in rapid succession out of his open mouth until his twisted knees gave out, his body collapsed, and his lifeless white eyes stared back at me in petrified fear. Hayes materialised in the mist of the tornado of black smoke, his putrid stench of decay p

There was a scattering of ancient books, their pages bleached and damaged by exposure to water and sun through the gaps in the roof. “Oh, no,” I mourned the loss and immediately began to gather the books from the floor and stack them, closed, on the tabletops. Many were mouldy and heavy with damp, and I did not honestly know whether closing them was preserving or irreparably damaging them, and yet there was no space to spread them all open, and all I could do was lift them up above the ground in the hope that would be enough to dry them. “Spell books,” Aien commented as he helped me. “It’s unwise to leave them open.”

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

pulling a book from behind his back he held it in front of him "Do you recognise it?" I did recognise the book, the familiar cover was instantly known to me as the Greek Mythology literature kept in the library. Sweat began to form on Oris' brow as he waited for my reaction to the gift, and while I couldn't understand why he felt so nervous, it was incredibly endearing. "Oh Oris," I smiled, taking the book gently I ran my palm over the leatherbound front cover "It's our book from the library," Oris smiled as his body relaxed "It is! But it's a different one," he paused as he opened the leather cover "I bought you your own copy,"

"I hate you." "I don't care." He pulls me up by my arm and drags me. "Let's go." I struggle from his hold. I can't go with strangers. I've got a life. A life to take care of. A life to build and concentrate on after this messed up relationship with Collins. Not one problem to the other. My heart beat quickens. Frightened, frustrated, uneasy, unrelaxed, list it all. With all these feelings working at the same time, I bite his hand and quickly grab the flower vase nearby and hit his head.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

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The forest was restless. For three nights, Damien did not return. The mansion grew colder, the staff vanished one by one, and the silence that once protected Lena began to suffocate her. Every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of wind felt like the house was whispering secrets she wasn’t meant to hear. She spent her hours in the library, tracing the faded ink of the red book she had sworn not to open again. But its words burned into her memory—the drawings, the dates, her own portrait labeled The Mute Oracle.