People Of Book Novels & Stories

Princess Eloise said, "The book is only accessed by people who have a special bloodline. It selects who can access it — just two." Mars said, "But before we came to look for you, we were more than two, and we were able to read the book." Princess Eloise said, "Only because it allowed you." I nodded and said, "So the living book is a big deal." Princess Eloise replied, "A very big deal." She paused, then continued, "Let's forget about the mystery of the living book. My son, tell me about him, and why is he not in the werewolf realm right now?"

There’s even someone there, lying on their back on a sofa—I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman. Whoever it is, they have a book in their hands, and I almost stop dead to stare at them. I’m looking at someone who not only knows how to read, but has also preserved a book instead of using it for kindling the way most people did early in the Lunar Reversal. I’ve seen books plenty of times, of course—my mother had some, and if Cassian is to be believed, there’s still a library full of them out there somewhere. But this wasn’t what I expected to see in a coven. I don’t know what I did expect. Moon Casters holding hands and chanting, maybe.

The sealed book trembled once. Then became still again. The gray-coated man folded his hands behind his back. "You've spent your life searching for answers." "But answers change people." "Sometimes..." "...they erase them." The woman stepped forward. "If you know so much..." "Why not open it yourself?" A faint smile crossed the stranger's face. "I tried." "I couldn't." "The book refuses anyone..." "...except its rightful Author." Silence. Every gaze slowly turned toward Adrian. The silver lock on the black book reflected his face.

“Some people protect worlds. Some protect memories. But someone must protect the stories that make both worth saving.” 🌌 The infinite library stretched beyond imagination. Shelves rose higher than mountains. Books floated through the air like stars. Millions. Billions. Perhaps trillions. 📖✨📖 Each book contained a life. A memory. A dream. A story. ⸻ Ilyaan stood frozen at the entrance. The silver-haired woman watched him quietly.

, he told me “ But there must be someone in last 8 years who could have survived against this book I mean someone must have tried or help you succeed in getting rid of this book and even getting their life back to normalcy”, I inquired him “ I exactly don't remember but as far as my knowledge around 6 years back there was a girl who made news by reading this book and still her life stayed simple as by that time this book was considered and was categorized into the list of one of the most cursed books in the world”, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt

That exact moment, I was so worried about my mate that I didn't care if got away this time. About the book, I've tried to open it but it didn't work. I've tried to burn but it never turned to ashes. I gave it to Keyla to look at its matter, and now that she was sure it's not dangerous at all - she gave it back to me. She told me that the book is known as the book of mystery. Only chosen people can open it, and if my mate is one of those people - then it will answer her question by yes or no.

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

"Books are full of manipulations. They can either have two types of approach; influence unscrupulousness or in beneficial manner. It looks as if ye have a different kind of approaching a book. Pardon me, I have no certainty for love." "Yer hard luck I must say, yer life knows neither escapade nor exuberance. Ye live an uninspiring verve, dear brother." "Never believe in what the city people assures you, but believe my words for I have seen what life can do. I know what's outside this place, it can only endanger your soul. The elites have no heart, no heart at all. They may pretend to be your friend but only to put your life in misery. People are more cruel than animals."

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.