Novel & Cerita Secret Of The Hidden Scrolls Audiobook

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.

"This is the heart of the Eldrid estate, Astrid. This is where the secrets of your family's past are kept." Maya's eyes widened as she saw her parents unlocking a hidden compartment, revealing a ancient scroll. Eliana's voice whispered in Maya's ear. "This is the Eldrid prophecy, Malcolm. This is the key to our family's future." Malcolm's eyes locked onto the scroll, his expression serious. "We must keep this hidden, Eliana. The Order of the Black Rose will stop at nothing to get their hands on this." Maya's heart skipped a beat as she realized the significance of the scroll. This was the key to her family's secrets, the key to unlocking the truth about her past.

He was running his hand through his hair and face to decrease the pressure on his mind. On the other hand Isabella was concerned about Zara. He came to know her that secret that she wanted to hide all the time came out today. She tried, she tried her best to hide it all her life. But she failed! But she wouldn't let any other truth come out. The grimmest reality of her sufferings. Zara was looking at both her mother and Alex couldn't understand what she said wrong? The intense atmosphere was broken by a phone ring. It's Alex's phone. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and put it near to his ear.

The silence in here was scary, as though the very walls held secrets too dangerous to be spoken aloud. I made my way to the farthest corner of the room, where the oldest records were kept. The scrolls, sealed with wax, lay beneath heavy stone slabs. I ran my fingers over the brittle parchment, careful not to damage the fragile texts. One scroll, tucked away in a forgotten corner, caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, much older than the others. My pulse quickened as I carefully unrolled it, my eyes scanning the text. The scroll mentioned the Soul Echo ability, but the details were sparse. Only a few lines were devoted to it. My heart sank as I read them:

It sounded like the sound of pages turning, and it was getting louder. I turned to see what was making the noise, and that's when I saw it. A massive, ancient book was standing on a pedestal, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by an invisible wind. Arachne's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The Book of Secrets," she said. "It holds the knowledge of the ages. And it's been waiting for you, Lila." I felt a surge of wonder and awe. The Book of Secrets? What secrets did it hold? And why was it waiting for me?

I opened it gingerly, and the familiar but illegible script of my aunt stared back at me. “What could possibly hide such a secret?” I mumbled to myself, my frustration evident. As hours seemed to pass, my dedication wavered. The weight of the day, combined with the fever, was taking its toll. I leaned against the desk, pinching the bridge of my nose. Just then, a particular scroll, hidden beneath a stack of books, caught my attention. The wax seal that held it was cracked, and the edges were tattered. I picked it up, feeling a strange connection, an uncanny familiarity.

This one was warm. She freed it. The seal—a wax crest of the Moonshade bloodline—was intact but shimmered with volatile energy. A crescent moon pierced by three stars, the same symbol that marked the final page of the Book of Beasts. Her breath caught. This scroll hadn’t merely been forgotten. It had been hidden. With a sharp crack, the seal gave way, and the parchment unfurled as though exhaling after centuries of waiting. No dust fell from it. The ink had not faded. It bore only a single word in bold, black calligraphy:

“Either help me or leave me alone.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. “What are you looking for?” “The truth,” I breathed. “The one everyone keeps hiding from me.” We moved deeper into the files. My fingers trailed over cracked spines until I reached a shelf that pulsed softly with light. I froze. “Do you feel that?” I whispered. His eyes narrowed. “Yes. That’s old magic. Forbidden.” “Then it must be what I need.” I tugged a heavy scroll free. The moment I unrolled it, the air moved. Dust lifted like smoke, and glowing letters swirled across the paper, reshaping themselves into words I could read.

Before she disappeared, she waved a hand over her shoulder. “Any of the other book will come out if you focus on them,” she called. “And when you’re done, just focus on putting them back.” “Thank you!” I chimed. The librarian waved her hand again and then she was gone. The silence of me and the tomes was brutal. There was a slight hum of the High Magiks used to preserve them but other than that, nothing. I was almost certain I could hear my own heart beat. I ignored it and held my hand over the book. A page flipped to show erratically scrawled text. I immediately started reading.

The first scroll then began to glow. The one containing the truth. Its seal cracked open by itself. A brilliant golden light flooded the room. The truth Magnus had hidden for generations... Was finally about to be revealed.