Shackled Book Novels & Stories

He’d said the guards got jumpy around the old records, but the guards weren't in here right now so technically, I was free to do what I wanted. I ran my hand along the spines of the books. Most were thick ledgers with years stamped on them in fading gold ink. My fingers stopped on a book that was smaller than the others, wedged between two massive volumes. It had no title, just a piece of grey parchment stuck to the spine with a single word written in cramped script: Bonds. I pulled it out and sat on the floor between the stacks. The stone was cold, but I was hidden in the shadows. I opened the cover.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

With Xoey's assistance, she brought the box indoors, and upon opening it, they found hefty books embellished with intricate black vines intertwined with one another. There were about seventeen of these books with such vines acting as locks. She had been instructed (according to the accompanying note) to commence with a certain locked book that featured a lustrous golden brown cover and also devoid of a title, without assistance from anyone. Xoey simply helped to arrange the books on the new shelf that had been delivered a week before. Today was the first day of her reading the book. She had spent hours trying to find the perfect way to unlock the vines yesterday. Of course, Xoey served her r

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

Or for very long, seeing how new it looked. I stepped from the door and headed over to the desk, curious as to what treasures were left inside. I wasn't able to leave the room, so why not see what was in here? There were two drawers and the rest of the storage were bookshelves. After looking at the few books, also covered in dust, I moved down to the drawer. The middle drawer opened without a problem, which only contained pencils and paper. The next drawer off to the side was locked. Gently, I lowered the shotgun I was holding onto and reached into my pocket to pull out the knife. In realized when I didn't find anything in my pocket that I'd given it to Claire.

A massive field of grain stretched out before him, the stalks swaying gently in a breeze that did not feel like a threat. A few yards away stood a large wooden barn. The scent of horses and old hay drifted from its open doors. In the center of the clearing sat a small, circular hut made of stone. Sloane tried to reach for his knife but his hands were heavy. He looked at the Shackle on his wrist. The gold was dim, cold, exhausted. The effort of the blast had drained it. The numbers were still frozen, but the light that usually pulsed beneath them was gone.

Was it possible that one of them had something that could help them? * Two hours had passed and no progress had been made. Indianna was on her fourth book. She sighed and turned another page, her eyes scanning the words for anything that could be of use. "Nothing," she sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Absolutely noth-" The door to the library swung open and Indianna was shocked to see Lily walk in. She was dressed in all black and her blonde hair was scraped up into a bun. Indianna spotted the knife tucked into her boots and her crossbow was swung over her shoulder. It was shocking to think that this girl was only fifteen years old. She wasn't even old enough to shift, yet she walked wit

One grabbed my wrist; the other locked metal around it. “No—get off!” I struggled, but the second shackle snapped into place before I could pull away. The metal tightened on its own, digging into my skin like it was alive. “Let go!” I twisted, reaching for my power only to feel it slip through me like water. The chains were choking it, smothering it. One of the men laughed. The other grabbed the book “Give that back!” My voice cracked, loud enough to shake the trees. I lunged, fingers brushing the spine, but the chain jerked me back hard enough to send me stumbling.

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The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.