Shackled Book Novels & Stories

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The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.

“It’s a black shackle, Z. Why’d you ask?” Her eyes widened. “Black shackle? But why hadn’t I noticed it?” She put her hands on her chest, trying to remember the times where she met other women, but no thoughts of them wearing shackles or something came to her mind. “It’s not something that can be seen, Z. It’s encrypted on a women’s wrist, way deeper to their bones. It’s part of their Superior’s punishment. Let’s not talk about it, though. I’m starving.” “What did that Superior do?”

I lit it, and the flickering flame cast eerie shadows on the walls. As the light grew brighter, I saw that the restricted section was filled with books, but each one had a small keyhole on its cover. I realized that these books were locked, and I wondered what kind of secrets they might hold. My eyes scanned the shelves, and that's when I saw it - a black book with a symbol on its cover that made my heart skip a beat. It was the same symbol that was on the jade necklace I had found. I felt a surge of excitement and reached for the book, my fingers trembling slightly.

I couldn't. I had forgotten the feel of her fur agaunst my skin,the thrill of running under the moon light.The freedom in it. I had to wake her up. When the guards exchanged shifts later that night,a small book slid under the cell door. It was old and cracked. I froze. Who could it have come from? What was inside it? I crawled my way to the small book,picked it up.The book was titled blood and moon.awakening the dormant wolf.This was an ancient teaching about dormant and weak wolves.

Sarah thanked him and grabbed her phone, avoiding eye contact. He pointed to a bookshelf and asked her to pick a book. Sarah was a little confused, but asking too many questions would only infuriate him, so she walked to the shelf. "What book do you want?" she asked. "Just pick any," he said, putting his head on the pillow. Sarah looked through the shelves and noticed a familiar book. It was an adventure book belonging to her late father. She had gifted it to Ezra on one of his birthdays. She smiled and picked it up, the miserable jerk kept the book.

she uttered. “Come on Anna, let’s forget about the past. Come back to the company and work with me, I am employing you back as the assistant chief editor, you will no longer need my approval to publish any books and your work on the Mafia will reach even more audiences with the help of our platform,” he offered.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Now was not the time for celebrating. My hands trembled as I examined the chains binding me to the wall. They were iron coated with wolfbane, spelled to suppress shifter strength. But there was a weakness where they connected to the stone. The mortar was old, crumbling in places from decades of moisture. I braced myself and pulled. Pain shot through my wrists as the shackles dug into my skin, drawing blood. But I felt the stone shift slightly. Again. Harder. The stone cracked. One anchor point came loose with a grinding sound that seemed impossibly loud in the silence.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.