Scrolling Books Novels & Stories

This body’s got a mind of its own. “Uh, just... reading,” I stammer, grabbing a random book to hide my panic. My fingers fumble, and it falls open to a page about magical bindings. Fitting, since I feel bound to this plot. Ardyn’s smirk grows, and he leans against the table, close enough that I catch his scent, sandalwood and sin. My heart’s doing cartwheels, and I’m torn between squealing like the fangirl I am and bolting.

There was a faint draft here, and the air held an odd chill that raised goosebumps on my arms. “You’ll start here. I want these books dusted, sorted by region, and placed alphabetically. The scrolls go in the bins by date.” It was monotonous work, but better than dealing with Willow and Raven. I worked in silence for hours. The sound of paper rustling and crates scraping the floor filled the room. As I reached for a scroll on the bottom shelf, my hand brushed something odd—cool metal beneath layers of dust. I cleared it away to reveal a small box. It had gone dark with age. There were no inscriptions, no markings—it was just… tucked away.

My steps fall silent occasionally as I cross large, intricately woven rugs scattered about. I head straight for the aisle Celeste pointed out, offering her a small wave before disappearing between the labyrinth of bookshelves. Each section is marked with hand-carved plaques, their inscriptions barely legible in the dim light. They guide the way to different realms of knowledge: Alchemy, Herbology, History, and more. The books themselves are bound in various shades of leather, some adorned with golden leaves, others with intricate metal clasps. Many are so ancient that their titles have worn away, leaving only the texture of the leather to hint at the secrets within.

“ACCESS— ACCESS— ACCESS—” Books flew off its frame in all directions, bindings popping, pages ripping free. Its chains went slack, then snapped taut, then sagged again, whipping with no rhythm or aim. The graveyard responded. Headstones that had been half‑sunk lurched upward, then cracked. Coffin‑books slammed shut of their own accord or burst open, their contents spiraling into the air in confused flurries. The librarian tried to take a step. Its leg—three encyclopedias and a stack of law codes—collapsed, volumes spilling out like broken bricks.

Some old collections rich people used to show off to their fellow rich people There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the nearest one, it was titled in Latin. Opening the book carefully, the first page was blank except for two black lines that started from the middle of it, it looked like someone had drawn something underneath them. They weren't word

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

After completing the task, I pour myself another drink and head to the library to gather all the books that discuss prophecies. As I walk through the shelves of the library, I can feel the weight of the books in my hands. I scan the titles, searching for any that might hold the answers I seek. My eyes land on a thick, leather-bound tome with the word "Prophecies" etched in gold on the cover. I pull it from the shelf and flip through the pages, my heart racing with anticipation. As I read through the ancient texts, I begin to piece together the clues that will help me unravel the mystery of the prophecy. The words on the page seem to come alive, swirling and dancing before my eyes. I lose tra

She started going through different books, leaving Scarlett to watch her with her mouth open, not understanding her intention. Nicole continued this for almost ten minutes, and finally, she found her desired book and descended. Scarlett rubbed her neck, feeling a bit stiff from looking up all the time. "What did you get?" she asked, curious. "You'll know soon." Nicole led her to a desk, and both sat down. Finally, Nicole placed the book on the desk. Scarlett watched it, astonished. It was a massive black journal covered in black roots as if it had grown from them. It looked like a kind of wizardry book.