Scrolling Books Novels & Stories

I had considered asking Luna Sandra before, but given the way she replied to me about my stepsisters, I knew she wouldn’t grace me with an answer. I scrolled down the list that appeared until I found the section that said Legends, Myths, and Curses. There were other subtopics, but I had no time to go through them yet—perhaps later if I had the time. The books were arranged by letters and numbers, so I quickly wrote them down on a piece of paper and exited the page to erase the evidence of my search. My next task was to find the books. With the guidelines, moving through the library was easy now. I took the books down, sometimes having to use the ladder that leaned on every bookshelf. Most of

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Neris stepped inside, heart pounding. Within, silence reigned. Not the silence of endings, but the hush of a world holding its breath. Scrolls hung in midair, each glowing faintly, names and dates drifting along their lengths like living rivers. Books bound in petrified flamewood lined shelves that curved away into impossible shadow. Lightless lanterns awoke as she walked, casting shifting script on the stone. The air was thick, but not with dust. With presence. Shadows danced at the edge of vision. Illusions flickered: kings bowing, banners burning, a woman’s voice threading through the dark like a lost song.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

The smells that filled my nose were heaven all these paper pages filled the room with the faint smell of ink lingering. As my eyes scanned along the perfectly carved shelves that housed them, so many different shades of colors were on the spines none had names probably rubbed off over the years of use. there were large solid wood tables with comfortable looking chairs that were strategically placed threw out. It was like a whole library was picked up and placed 900ft in the sky straight out of a Harry Potter film. As my eyes surveyed the room some more I could see books open and their pages were flipping all by them selves, when I peaked passed one of the shelves I seen books putting themsel

Though the writings were a cursive one and all written in ink, all she could feel was defeat when she could hardly understand what each book was about. Only the picture in the books seems interesting enough with its colour schemes and story saying that made it worthwhile. As she walks past the shelves, walking down the red-carpeted floor that just fits the marble wall interior, Rosa found herself at the end of the room with a long, rectangular marble table. Rolls of paper, documents and books, huge books, old books, opened and covered with dust.

"Look!" Prince Roman raised an eyebrow curiously, peering over at Celine's shoulder. He could see what she was pointing at. There were several large crates filled to the brim with scrolls, and several piles of papers lying on top of each crate. "Those must be the books you've been searching for." He commented. "Have they given any indication as to what they contain?" "I'm not sure. Most of them don' t make any sense. They're just blank pages with words scribbled down on the edges." She stated in puzzlement.

It looks so ordinarily as if there is nothing wrong that is happening He then walked out of his spot and guide me to the direction of the entrance of the exclusive chamber where different kind of books and treasured scrolls are hidden inside that library And what surprised me the most is the mechanism that occur when I stepped on the center of the library, suddenly a glowing light was show before us

Chapter — The Mothers of the Castle Aella POV Apparently, the castle could sense urgency. And desperation. Because the moment the thought fully formed in my mind—we need help, we need answers, we need to be ready—the library reacted. Books began moving. At first it was only one shelf. Then another. Then an entire section of the room shifted with elegant precision. Volumes slid free on their own, scrolls unrolled in midair, ladders glided across rails, and stacks of books floated from distant corners toward me like determined birds.

“Lunar Cycles and Their Effect on Healing… Maybe. I pulled a few books out, stacking them in my arm. Then, as I reached for another book on the top shelf, my fingers barely brushed the binding before the old wood creaked beneath my touch. No! The entire shelf wobbled. Before I could react, it tipped forward, sending books crashing to the floor with a loud thud. I stumbled back, my heart racing. “Great,” I groaned, crouching down to pick them up. One by one, I stacked them neatly. But as I reached for the last book, my fingers brushed against something stiff and glossy.