Rekindled Book Novels & Stories

" What Jonah said clearly struck a chord with Adele. She no longer hid her arrogance. She raised her wrist, showing me the gold locket that my parents gave me when I was ten years old. My eyes instantly reddened. "Give it back to me! Hand it back!" I pounced at her. She was caught off guard by my sudden attack, and she fell to the floor. Jonah glared at me. "Adele!" Adele first cast me a provocative glance before yelling, "Jonah, my tummy hurts!" I was so focused on getting back my gold locket, yet I completely forgot about Jonah, who only had eyes for Adele. Slap!

ANASTASIA'S POV “So where did you disappear to yesterday?” Arissa asked, one brow arched, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as I scanned through the science section of the Stormborn Library. I froze mid-reach, fingers hovering over a thick book on wolf biology. “Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Clara added, grinning with just as much mischief. I could practically FEEL my face burst into flames. I snatched the book off the shelf and began flipping through the thick pages, keeping my eyes glued on it like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “I didn’t disappear,” I muttered weakly, still flipping.

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Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

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.

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The book smelled of old paper and safer times when I didn't have to worry about anything but my fantasies. “I haven’t seen this book in years,” I whispered. “I thought I lost it during the burning.” “You almost did,” Elaris said quietly. “But I went back for it. I knew you’d need it someday… a reminder of who you were before everything turned upside down.” My throat tightened. “Before I became… this.” She nudged my shoulder. “You’re still you, Kaelis. Just… updated. Like a stronger version with trauma added.” I snorted. “That’s not comforting.”

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

There was already so much on her mind. Clarissa came across a book whose title grabbed her attention. ‘The presence of magical essence.’ Flipping through the pages revealed methods a magic wielder could use to sense another’s magical essence. A section was dedicated to recognizing the element within the magic. That would be helpful, too. She dropped it into her inventory. She saw a book called ‘the relic key’ a moment later. The picture on the front was of her pendant. She flipped over her hand and compared the two. It was uncanny how little it changed through time and magic use.

As did the others, who went back to their stale conversation as he flipped through the pages of the book Elinor had been reading. Unsurprisingly, the title of the book was ‘Redemption’. These days, this word seemed to be the theme of Elinor’s life.