Randonautica Book Novels & Stories

Anna placed her hand on Anita's shoulder. "Let's go, Anna. I'll fix her problem." Gaia said. "Wait." Anita looked up and picked a book from the stack on the floor. "Book One. You'll know it's real." Anna stared at the book in her hand, with hard aesthetic cover, 'Who are they?' The title sparkled in pure gold as she stared at it. "I..." "Let's go. We wouldn't want Lord Xandros to find you here." Gaia said and she nodded her head, following him immediately.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

When I look up again, I see my bookshelf. I stand up and walk over to it, glancing at the books I still need to read. I remember the nursery rhyme used as a way to choose something, so I do the same. “Ambarabà ciccì cocco, how much bad luck I have!” I begin, moving my finger between the books. Then I stop and reflect on the words I just said. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how the rhyme starts…” I mumble. I close my eyes and touch the books randomly until I stop my hand. I open my eyes and look at the book I’ll read: Lontano da te by Jennifer L. Armentrout.

We began looking for the book while rissa made attempts to cast a spell to find the book, Sinclair and I exchanged stares as we looked which got me blushing. “Yes I've got it” rissa says catching all our attentions. “Ahh finally, I'm freaking tired of looking there are over a billion books here” Adonis moaned out. “Cabrai machetre findei estante” rissa said flicking all her finds. “Well did it work?” I asked after a few seconds of nothing happening and us just standing there in silence. Rissa growls out “I guess i will try…” her frown turned upside down as she pointed to a book floating towards her.

Professor Steve instructed, his tone commanding yet calm. Darius obeyed, heart pounding. Professor Steve began saying the incantation, and the atmosphere changed. As Professor Steve continued chanting, Darius went into a trance. Suddenly, he was no longer on the field but standing among a group of strangers. Each person struggled to lift small rocks, but in Darius’s hands, there was a massive boulder—and he was lifting it effortlessly with just one hand. The incantation ended, and Darius blinked back to reality, his face etched with curiosity as he pondered what he had just seen.

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires, with the weight of all the things they couldn't say, couldn't acknowledge in the harsh light of day. Just !ve. A ridiculously small window of time, a mere sliver of the day, but an eternity in terms of what could happen, what could be confessed, what could be broken face to face. The invitation was both terrifying and irresistibly tempting, a siren song luring her toward the rocks. No bar noise. Just the echo of her absence. He was alone, truly alone, stripped bare of the distractions and the noise that usu-ally surrounded him. No Layla, just the ghost of her perfume lingering in his memory.

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

Trix could feel her patience thinning. "Tell her," Tristan encouraged. Trix stared in his hazel eyes, showing him her lost for words. "The book is a channel, the true power is in your mind," he said. Trix pondered his words and focused. 'The book is a channel, the true power is in my mind,' she chanted. "There is a girl," she started. "A girl with extraordinary gifts. A girl with the ability to communicate with animals," she continued, glancing up at the Queen with a slight smile.

She nodded and turned her attention to the front and listened to what the professor discussed. “I’m going to the library. It’s boring here,” I said, and before she could confirm, I already teleported to the library. I walked toward the bookshelves and selected some books, but an old book on the far end of the shelf caught my attention. It was full of dust, so I used my powers to get rid of the dust. ‘The Moon’ is the title of the book. The title seems interesting, so I read it.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.