Novel & Cerita Power Of Books

“These stupid books are useless.” “Where did you even get them from?” Tessy asked. “Who gave them to you? Maybe the person who had them before had some kind of power to read them. You know, something that normal humans or wolves don’t have. If you can return the book to the person that gave them to you, maybe you’d have the answers and save yourself the stress of figuring it out on your own.” Her words made me pause, almost laughing at myself. “Powers? I have them,” I said quickly, sitting forward again. “How could I forget that?”

Just us. "Papa, why do you always read these dull books?" I had yawned, rubbing my sleepy eyes. He had smiled, but not looked up. "Because knowledge is power, Fiorella. You can fight with a gun, with a knife, but the most powerful weapon you'll ever have is here." He'd touched his head. "A sharp mind will keep you alive long after bullets are spent." I hadn't heard then, too focused on trying to stay awake. But now I did.

The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction. I traced the words with trembling fingers, grappling with the enormity of the responsibility that rested on my shoulders. The book wasn't a mere collection of charming spells; it was a compendium of power capable of unraveling destinies. The weight of its potential for chaos settled heavily upon me.

Several books were piled up by his side. “Many come here to pray for academics, or anything related to writing. However, its true significance lies in rewriting one’s fate. When your desire is strong enough, you will be blessed with a chance to take greater control of your fate, or others fates as well, depending on your powers.” “So, the books are... Gods?” “More like instruments of this god in particular.” [I was right!] BaoBao cheered and gave himself a pat on his back. ‘So that’s what my book meant. No wonder it was not afraid of me finding out what it was.’

I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding, and walked toward the library. The room was huge, with tall shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, filled with thousands of books. There were books about history, science, art, and politics, but most of all, there were books and files about business, finance, and power. They were arranged perfectly, organized in ways that made sense only to someone who knew how the world worked.

Within that labyrinth of documents lay yet another labyrinth – a contractual agreement in dire need of revision. With an air of unwavering devotion, Max responded, "Nothing of import, sir. I've meticulously eradicated all your appointments for today. The mysteries of why you insist on weaving meetings into your weekends elude me." As his fingers gracefully swiped across the surface of his trusty iPad, Asher decisively sealed the contractual folder before him, bestowing upon Max his undivided attention.

That knowledge carried its own terror . He would return, perhaps, on a whim or a necessary schedule, and then the precise moment of choice would arrive: keep the library intact at the cost of erasing myself, or refuse and watch the books—the trophies of my mother’s life—be parceled into someone else’s account. I lay in the dark . I thought of Mama’s advice once more, a whisper like a page turned in a long, quiet room. It only reminded me that power could be a weight and not always a weapon.

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

Theodore invited me to meet him at a restaurant at seven on Saturday night. That was enough to shock the entire family, then they became worried. Theodore held enormous influence and power in Harbor City, and his temper was even harder to predict. Someone had once said the wrong thing in front of him and Theodore had bankrupted him for it. As for me, I was so oblivious that even if someone held a knife to my throat, I would still grin and say, "That knife looks so real!"

she repeated. “What is that?” I asked. My voice came out quieter this time because something about the name alone felt… important, dangerous and ancient. “It’s not just a book,” she said. “It contains knowledge, power, rituals, and things that should never fall into the wrong hands.” My stomach tightened. “And Elder Thorne has it?” I asked. She nodded. “He took it after the ritual failed.” “Why?” Liam asked. “For power, I guess,” she replied. “How many of the books are with him?” Liam asked.