Rak Buku Dari Kayu Novels & Stories

Prince Ron wondered how the books didn't rot in such a place. As if Prince Kayziel heard him, his spirit form emerged from the pearl and he gazed at the books with happiness. "The red wood is a gotten from a magical tree infused with the Earth spirit's power. It protects the books from rotting. Every page here, every cover, even the maps and pens are made of red wood. Nothing here can rot." Prince Ron's eyes widened in awe as he gazed at all the books. "That's amazing." "And in here," Prince Kayziel continued. "Lies the information that will help me gain a solid form. Finally, I shall be reunited with my brother. My spirit shall rest."

All thoughts and doubts I left aside and continued to stride towards the library. It wasn't long before we reached the place and to my chagrin, the library was massive, even larger than the Western archives. I couldn't help but be in awe as I stared at its designs—minimal and yet have a natural feel in them, probably because the bookshelves are made from Narra wood and its tables are made sturdy of bamboo. A tiny part of me wanted to rest and sleep here all day, if it weren't for the formalities I would've laid beneath the wooden tables.

I don’t know what I thought wolf shifters did with their time, but I never considered they’d be avid readers or historians. But this room shows me they are, with its walls stacked to the ceiling with mahogany bookshelves, their ends carved just as intricately as the doors coming in. The temperature is different in here, so I can tell it’s regulated for optimum book storage, just like my father’s grand libraries back home. The earthy scent of paper fills the air, along with some hints of vanilla and almond, which I know come from the wood pulp in the paper. She sets me down at a table and brings over a few books.

he greeted with a bow. “Paul. What is it you wanted to show me?” “I’ve been running extensive tests on this book since you gave it to me,” he said, picking up the book. “I ran tests on the entire book and came up empty.” I frowned at him. “Then why am I here?” “Well, as I stated, I came up empty…the first time.” He flipped the book open to the pages that replaced the originals. “These pages are made from Sri Lanka Legume Trees.”

I pressed lightly against one of the books. Nothing. I tried another. Still nothing. “Maybe it’s not the books,” Jacob said. “Then what?” He leaned closer, examining the wood itself. “Back panel,” he murmured. I blinked. “What?” “Sometimes compartments aren’t in the books,” he said. “They’re behind them.” My heart started pounding faster. “Help me,” I said. We began pulling books out carefully. One by one. Stacking them on the floor. The shelf slowly emptied. My hands moved faster now.