Scrolling Books Novels & Stories

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

I opened the book, the pages releasing a faint, musty scent as they turned. As I flipped through the pages, my fingers lightly traced the intricate runes etched into the parchment. Each symbol seemed to pulse faintly beneath my touch, as if responding to my presence. The further I delved into the book, the stronger the sensation grew—a peculiar warmth spreading from my fingertips, curling up my arms and settling deep within my chest.

If the spine of the book was with gold, the other side of that is painted either with a mesmerising landscape or scene, or a pattern that was so beautiful it might as well be a wall paper for the houses of everyone. “Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— fina

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Maybe I triggered it somehow, but this was the coolest thing I had ever seen, and I ran towards it with glee. I couldn't push it open immediately because it was really heavy, so I had to wait for it to slowly open on its own, and I kid you not, it took forever. The moment I stepped inside, I was dumbstruck. It looked like a mini library, but instead of the normal books one read, it contained scrolls. I took the one nearest to me, it was dirty and covered with dust. I blew some air to clear the dust before I rolled it open. There was a date in the top right corner and illegible words followed the scroll.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

Scanning quickly at the rows of book, she swiftly read the book tittle from the top of shelf and down. Her scanning eyes halted at odd arrange of books at the top shelf. She dragged a ladder from the edge of the shelves. Climbing up, she pulled a book that stick out unlike the other books on the shelf, arranged neatly. A white envelope flew down as the same time she pulled the book out of the shelf. The envelope landed on the floor silently. Irina gazed down, she could guess it right away. She then pushed back the book in to the empty shelf and jumped down with a loud landed of her feet on the floor.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

“Start with the scrolls. Group them by symbol. Don’t touch the red-sealed ones.” I frowned. “Why not?” “Because they bite,” she deadpanned. I wasn’t sure if she was joking. I set to work, rolling and stacking, trying to let the repetitive motion smooth out the edge of my thoughts. The scent of thyme and old ink curled through the air. Every once in a while, a breeze from the cracked window rattled the shutters and made the dried herbs sway. Eventually, I reached the bottom of the pile and straightened up, my spine popping from the awkward position.

Kael lit a lantern, its glow chasing shadows between shelves as we searched. Hours melted away like ice in the sun as we pored over ancient texts, the scent of parchment and dust filling the air. The flickering lantern cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the books themselves were watching us. Our fingers moved in tandem, flipping pages, unraveling scrolls, and tracing the intricate script with a sense of reverence. My heart pounded with each useless line until Kael’s voice cut the silence. “Serena,” he called softly. He held a brittle scroll, its wax seal cracked, the script faded yet legible. My breath caught as I leaned over his arm.