Reveries Book Novels & Stories

They wanted the shiny, resilient version of Fallon who rose from the ashes with glossy skin and a skincare routine. But I wasn’t ready to rise. Not yet. First, I needed to rest. First, I needed to feel everything I’d been running from. Some nights, I took out the book Reid gave me years ago—The Art of Stillness. I didn’t read it. I just ran my hand across the note he’d written on the inside flap: In case you forget how to stop. He never forgot how to stop. He just forgot how to stay. I placed the book back on the shelf—top corner, spine out. Like it was watching over the room but no longer running it.

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

I screamed, the words reverberating through the silent shack. I crumpled to the floor, burying my face in my hands, and letting my tears flow freely. I have lost everything I worked so hard for. As I raised my head to gaze around the shack, a book covered with blood caught my attention. It was the same book Melody had picked up earlier but something about it felt different. Frowning, I crawled closer, slowly reaching out to pick up the book. Written on the front cover were the words: “Be more careful next time.”

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

“Look, this is an imaginary land. A land of illusions and hallucinations.” “ I still don't get your point.” “Sorcerer looked into your past and use it to influence and predict your future.” Remedy replied him. “Yeah, I know you are confused, but actually this was how everything has started.” ***** Flashbacks, Nathan, (Remedy brother) POV “Remedy, I have a huge task for you.” “Hump, huh?” “What task brother?” Remedy questioned. “Remember the prophecy?” Nathan questioned while remedy looked at him confused, probably trying to crack her brain.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

Finally, she let her body lie on the bed, her eyes trying to trace her surroundings. "I'm here again," Bianca muttered quietly. Bianca tried to close her eyes, trying to neutralize the dizzy feeling in her head. "I waited for you so long, did you sleep well, Princess?" Xavier was already standing in front of Bianca, his hands in his pants pockets. The man didn't blink at Bianca. "You." Bianca is very surprised by Xavier's arrival. She tried to get up and realized that there were several people in this room. Fear ran through Bianca's heart, but she hid it well. The woman looked up, staring intently at Xavier.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.