Prologue Of A Book Novels & Stories

I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

Hey Loveliess!!! I'm so excited, we're back for a second book!. For those of you just finding this book, it's alright, you can read it as a standalone. For the returning readers, I have something special for you. A prologue is set before the beginning of this book. I would have posted it as a regular chapter, buttt, some beta readers did mention they found it confusing. So, I'll just drop it here for those of you who understand!

The mysterious black-clad man's face was full of respect. After the young man left, the mysterious black-clad man observed the ancient books carefully. If he did not read them, he would not know. But when he took a look at the mysterious black-clad man, he was frightened. Surprisingly, the words "Devil Repelling Sword Chart" were written on the yellowed ancient book. When he opened the first page, the words "If you want to practice this skill, you must first have an impotence" were even written on it.

Prologue Everything in life must come to an end. That is the way and how it must be. For example, war, a war that has raged for centuries, will eventually end. Both sides may not want a solution, but it is like everything in the universe. Among the magical world of monsters, a baby is born who will change the fate of the war amongst vampires and werewolves. Over the centuries, the clans morphed into mafias with strong ties to tradition. One tradition is no crossing of the species of wolf and fang.

I'm still in the process of developing my writing skills. For clarifications too, the Prologue was edited and revised on January 4, 2021. It's entirely different from the first Prologue I wrote and posted. So some comments there might be from the first Prologue. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story! Don't forget to add this to your library/reading list. Vote, comment and follow for more stories! Cover photo credits: Picture shot by Raffaele Cerracchio with model Michele Morrone. Edit: gweyyn on Instagram. Copyright 2020 © danish_bread

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.

Thanks for opening my book. I hope you will love it and read to the end. Prologue is written from a third person point of view but other chapters are written from a first person point of view. …. “Be my boyfriend, Mr Green eyes!" Dominic's feet come to a drastic halt, he's amazed by the braveness of this fragile girl. The moment his dark green eyes met with the timid but yet unwavering sky blue eyes of the young girl who stood dauntlessly, staring directly into his eyes, he realized that he hasn't assessed the girl's features and now he does, she appeared weird but interesting. Dressed in a light purple fleece with a black baggy pants and a scarf over her neck, Dominic finds her more weird..

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.