Rekindled Book Novels & Stories

Ivy “The what?” I frowned. “You need me to find what?” “The Book,” he said. “And what is that supposed to be?” Killian shifted in his seat, throwing one long leg over another. “The Book is well a book that contains the spells needed during the Reawakening Ceremony to awaken the pack souls. I need you to find that book before the Reawakening Ceremony and bring it to me.” “And why do you need a book of spells?” I frowned. “Clearly not for any good reason, but I would like to know what sin I am committing next.” Killian smirked, twirling the glass in his hand.

Knight recalled. “This power inside us may come in handy, but it also comes at a price. A huge price. Before Amelia could read the name of this thing, the book was burned in her hand,” Ren explained in a shorter version. I went to open my suitcase and picked up the envelope. I gave it to Zarah. “That’s the only piece I have. We’ve searched everywhere for that book, but we couldn’t find a copy of it. And the worst part is, we didn’t even know the name of the book.”

The pendant around her neck, cool against her skin, thrummed with an eerie recognition—not a frantic pulse, but a familiar, welcoming heartbeat as if it were drawing her deeper into the past. She hadn’t set foot in this dim sanctuary for years. Not since the funeral had left an indelible mark upon her heart. Not since her mother had solemnly turned the key, her voice barely above a whisper, “Some places are best left closed.” But the Book had disappeared, leaving the Hollow tightly sealed. Now, the pendant had summoned her back—an unyielding force pulling her toward the past.

I’m careful as I crawl over him and lie down half on top of his body. Resting my cheek on his chest, I let out a sigh. When he continues to read his book, I ask, “Can I watch TV?” “Sure.” The word rumbles from him before he picks up the remote and hands it to me. I switch on the TV and find my way to N*****x. I can’t remember which episode I was last on, and to play it safe, I start season two of Virgin River from the beginning. Getting comfortable, I quickly get lost in the show.

I wrapped my hands around the banister, supporting my weight. I finally made it out of the mansion. I hid behind bushes and trees until I found myself in the woods. The river that I had seen from my window was a few feet away. “Go back,” a voice in my head said, but I quickly pushed it away. I walked further, until I was right in front of the lake. I felt goosebumps against my skin, nd a shiver ran through my spine. From the corner of my eyes, something was shining. I turned, taking in the sight of a necklace with a pendant of the full moon. It felt like I had a certain connection with it, but I couldn't place what it was.

They’re with us. Cade and I soak in the moment. Then, I remember the surprise I brought for him. I part from him only long enough to reach into my bag. My fingers wrap around the book softly. I pull it out, setting it down between us. The wind picks up again, rustling the marigolds around us. I turn the book so Cade can read the title. He traces it with his finger. “Rewrite Our Story. I love it.” I look at his forearm, at the ink permanently etched on his skin. A line from Linda’s letter to me.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

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Because it was accurate in the specific and complete way of an accuracy that contained more than its surface, that described not only the thing it named but the shape of the life that had produced the needing. She reads to feel less alone. I thought about the worn spines. I thought about the books read before and read again, the specific act of returning to a thing that had worked once to see if it worked again, the way you returned to it not because you had forgotten it but because the not-being-alone that it produced was a condition that required renewal, that did not persist on its own without the returning. I thought: she has been returning to these books for a long time. I thought: she