Red Tower Mystery Book Novels & Stories

The sun was totally down and the sky was pale gold in color. He dusted it as they gathered around it, he turned the front cover and saw a name, boldly written in red ink, looks more like blood. *SARAH BELLOS. IN LIBRO DE MORTE* "Whoa!" Elena exclaimed taking the book from him. "It belongs to Sarah?" Laura asked as they stared at each other. "Then Sarah was the one here and the killer was after her" Alex suggested with folded arms as he thought deeply. "Let's get out of here, I don't like this fog and these crows, seems creepy to me. And hell, it's getting dark" Peter said as he stared at how foggy the graveyard was getting and they agreed to what he said observing the fog and the crow too.

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

He stared at them from top to toe. Then picked out a blue book from the inside, and started reading it. When he was done, he searched for another book. But he wasn’t able to find it out. He looked under the cupboard and then under the drawer of the table. Chris noticed that he was feeling much worked up so he asked, “Are you searching for something?”. “Uh, yes.” “What?”. “That red book with tales of mighty Robinhood on the front page.” “Oh, the one you liked the most.”

Unbeknownst to me, a pair of red eyes watched from the shadows, their malevolent gaze fixated on the girl who held the key to a hidden truth. Author’s POV: Unaware of the pair of red eyes watching her through the bushes, Storm made her way back to the house, her footsteps heavy with a mix of exhaustion and uncertainty. She couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that danger lurked nearby, that the dream and the cryptic messages were more than mere figments of her imagination. Entering the house, Storm found herself drawn once again to the magic book. With a mix of hope and trepidation, she retrieved it from the wardrobe, hoping to find some answers within its ancient pages.

And then, I found three different books, one was pitch color, another was burnt orange, and the last one was pure silver. I stared at the three books on the desk affectionately. If I had the time, I would have picked the three up by reading them all, but I must return back to my room before Talon’s arrival if I was not ready to witness his wrath again. My eyes shunned on the pure silver book. It looked extraordinary and unique. There was something attractive about it—maybe the color or the context. As I picked up the silver book, a chill ran down my spine. The pages were filled with cryptic messages and eerie illustrations. But one passage in particular caught my attention.

Jenna was browsing through the bookshelves, and an entire morning had passed before she knew it. She didn't find anything suspicious. When she was about to leave the study, she saw a shelf that was covered with a piece of red cloth. She wondered why he had to cover it with a piece of red cloth. Was there anything strange? When she walked towards the shelf, she felt her heart thumping for no reason, as if she would discover some unknown secrets, which made her feel mysterious. She slowly unfolded the red cloth and gasped. It turned out that the stack was not ordinary books but a stack of hardcover notebooks. They looked like diaries, some of which were already old.

Furniture overturned, books scattered, and in the centre of the living room, a young woman with copper hair sat bound to a chair, very much alive but gagged with what appeared to be silver silk. "Kayla," Casie breathed, immediately moving forward. "Wait." Nathaniel's hand on her arm stopped her progress. "This is too easy. The Sparrow doesn't leave witnesses." Rick was already scanning the room's corners, his newly enhanced senses picking up details his human eyes might have missed. "There, behind the bookshelf. Someone's hiding."

Startled, I took a step back as they arrived. Victoria looked concerned, asking, "What's wrong?" Taking a deep breath, I replied, "You scared me!" Dominic inquired, "Do you need our help with something?" I nodded and asked, "Do you know any spells that can help someone see if someone else is guilty of a crime?" Victoria raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Heh? I've seen Gibberish written many times before, but this is the first time I'm hearing Gibberish." I took a seat on the bench and let out a deep breath before speaking up. "Mr. Redwood had left town, but then he suddenly returned, and now his granny and Amaya are dead! I can't help but think he might be involved.

I spoke casually to him, not minding if he gets angry. " I'm afraid that it impossible!" He states, and I found myself asking him again. "Why it is impossible?" "How about I show you!" He explains while moving to his room. After a while he came back with the book between his hands, he then handed it to me. The moment I took the book, I noticed nothing weird about it. Well, there was a tiny weird thing about it. on the middle of its cover came a sentence that says. { If you are able to read this, then know that only one drop of your blood can open the book of mystery.}

I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand. Shelf.....5.....no....7 Finally I found it. As I pulled the red covered book out but by mistake another book slipped from it's place and landed on the italian tiles with a thud. I bended down to pick it up but the picture on the opened page made me stop all of a sudden That sighn.... How could it be here?? I picked it up to see that the same sign I saw 10 years back was there clear and distinct. A thunder mark bordered by lightning blue colour.