Phantom Papyrus Novels & Stories

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

She walked to the table and slid the stack toward me. “What’s this?” I asked again, though I already knew it was important, I could feel it in the way her hands trembled. Lyra picked up a piece of charcoal and a scrap of parchment, scribbling with fast, uneven strokes. Read. So I did. The documents were old — some torn, others stained by time. As I flipped through them, the same name kept appearing, scrawled in royal ink or half-burned margins. Liam Soloh.

Fond and a small note in tight script stating, “See Roman and Gaulish records for more detail.” He folded the chart up and was about to put it back, when he spotted a small book in the back that had been previously hidden by a pile of money. He snagged it out. It was ancient, hand bound by a long dead craftsman. The pages were not paper, but vellum—the membrane of skin from a calf, soaked in lime and stretched to make it useful to write on. A process not used beyond the Middle Ages. There was no title, just a series of chapters written with a calligraphic hand. A leather bookmark, attached to the cover by a thin thread, was set to a chapter named Vita Beato Fond and a hand drawn picture of a

Every one of her senses was enthralled with a soothing calm. “Damn it!” Damon’s voice from beyond the great hall. Pushing the door open, Journee saw him buried in mountainous piles of books and scrolls. She watched him hold up a piece of parchment, comparing it to another material. It is foreign. Something I have not handled in real life. Taking a closer look, she recognised it from her history textbooks. Papyrus! OMG! They have ancient Egyptian texts here?! Excitement shot through her veins as her hands trembled with desire. Briefly, Journee allowed her fingers to trace the outline of the hieroglyphics.

"You surely have work in there that's important?" He nodded weakly in response. "Yes. I don't know how much use it will be though; it's mostly accounts and personal studies. I don't think I kept any books or anything that may help us here." Even so, he eased himself forward to hoist the drawer and peered at the mess of papers. Most, as he suspected, were overheads and various accounts, kept for reference until he was convinced it was safe to shred them. Towards the bottom he came across a few pages of print outs, copies of papyrus he had downloaded for the benefit of the new exhibit.

Nara said. Zeus reached into his coat and produced a document that had the specific quality of something that existed at the intersection of the physical and the divine paper that was also not quite paper, ink that held a luminescence at its edges that had nothing to do with the morning light. He set it on the table and slid it toward Nara. "The Pantheon's degradation event assessment. Filed fourteen days ago. The convergence point projections are on the third page."

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

It fascinated him because he had the same one given to him by his parents. Octavia handed the vigils the file that would concern Maddock’s matter when he arrived, and the two vigils combed through the papyrus pages together, realizing very quickly that it wasn’t as thick as it was made to seem. A third of the thin document had been redacted.

She put the vase in the center so as to keep it away from falling over the edge, at the cost of their movements in the pitch darkness. To meet her interest, there was a quill kept on the table where she decided to put a vase, she kept the vase aside safely and went near the quill. As she went closer to pick it up, she could appreciate the presence of some old parchments under it, torn from sides, in worn-out conditions, but there was some scribbling upon them, which didn’t seem that old as the age of the parchment. She picked up the papers slowly, with her eyes widened with curiosity, as if she was holding some witness, owing to a part of history in the paranormal world, as her mind hit the

I felt foolish thinking about Varick when I should be helping Phineas. "Oh, right," I said, shaking my head off. My cheeks turned pink as I turned to Phineas. "Do you have questions, Master Phineas?" He gave me a judgmental look as he frowned. "I already asked you a question, luna." "Y-You did?" "No, I didn't, which means you weren't paying attention that I suggested chanting all the Scriptures in these parchments I've brought here." "Oh…" was all I said, seeing tons of magical parchments brimming bright gold.