Sherlock Holmes Mind Palace Book Novels & Stories

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

After her initial shock subsided, Alia took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She slowly sat back in her chair, pretending to be nonchalant, though her vigilance was at its peak. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind—did this mean she was already close to the legendary “Holy Grail”? Her eyes instinctively scanned the room—the arrangement of the bookshelves, the patterns on the walls. With her years of experience as a thief, she was certain this room held secrets. Perhaps a hidden chamber, and perhaps the Holy Grail was concealed within.

that was the only question that roam my mind. I went to my bedroom and went to get my phone. But of course once again I forgot where I put it, my mind was so caught up to the point where I don't know where I put it. After a few minutes, I finally found it. I press the contact number of my private detective. "Yes boss!" He said over the phone. "I want Faith sherringham medical report tomorrow." I said. "Sure thing." He said before I hung up. ***** A/N 1029 words If you have a suggestion leave a comment or PM me Thanks for reading ❤️

Abdullah proudly stated. “All thanks to you my brother, my friend.” Alonzo embraced Abdullah. It was in that position that Eliza saw them when she came back, the three hovering behind her in the hallway. Noticing the others in the hallway, Abdullah beckoned them back in. As soon as Eliza handed the satchel to Mariam, she noticed how the older lady’s hand shook and her face in pain. The older people in the apartment couldn’t find their voice and they were unsure of how to break the truth to Matan. Even Matteo who was a chatterbox usually was at a loss to the enormity of what he just witnessed. Imagine this, he had no idea! It seemed preposterous but studying the face of his employer and looki

Dominic squinted as he read it aloud: "Memento Oblitus." Victoria’s eyes widened in sudden realization. "Remember the forgotten!" she echoed, her voice breathless with excitement. In a flurry of motion, she rushed toward Dominic and snatched the old, crumbling book from his hands. Dust puffed into the air, filling the small cabin with the scent of aged parchment. Her face lit up with an almost childlike joy as she ran her fingers across the brittle pages. "This… this is exactly the answer we’ve been searching for!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with newfound hope.

My hands moved mechanically, but my mind wandered, replaying Annalise's words. What does she mean she wasn't here out of fear? Who in their right mind would stay in a suffocating place like this? And who in their right mind would serve a monster like him, willingly? My elbow brushed against a bookshelf, innocuous at first glance, its shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A carved eagle's eye caught my attention—a detail too intricate, too lifelike. Curiosity, that treacherous thief, made me press it. A soft click echoed, I initially took a step back when the wall began to tremble and to my surprise the bookshelf slid open like a secret exhaling.

The feeling was very satisfying. “What to learn next?” “For now, practice more. Until you can shield your own body and other things around you.” Their eyes met momentarily, and his lips formed a smile, “I don’t know what to do without you. Someday, I’m going to repay this debt.” Enkille averted her gaze. “Probably, you will.” “I will keep on studying the books you gave. But I have brought one book from the Golden Palace. It was weird the first time I scanned the pages. The ancient alphabets moved. Until I could read it in my modern language,” he shook his head, remembering the day it happened.

“Alright. I’m sorry. Just... wow. If you hadn’t corrected me, I really would’ve believed it.” I don't answer. I glanced down at the portmanteau resting at the edge of my bed. The sight of it pulled me back to last night’s reckless adventure—the torchlight, the quiet halls of Cromwell’s palace, the echo of our own footsteps that seemed too loud in my ears. A stolen chest, ripped from the depths of a neighboring kingdom. And here it sat, caked in dust, as though it had always belonged in my chamber.

Putting the book down, I focussed on the unusual brightness outside and sucked in a calming breath before allowing my eyes to fall shut. Just like before my mind conjured the image of the bright swirling light, but this time I thought of the Moon Talisman, if I could access its power I could use it to reverse Dark’s spell on me. Before I knew it I was standing in a room I didn’t quite recognise, but I was definitely no longer in my childhood home. Perched on the mahogany desk beside the window, however, was an item I recognised. The moonstone’s glow swirled slowly in the tiny ball, looking much like the light I saw in my mind and I instantly knew I had found a way into Dark’s mind. I couldn'

She found nothing in the hall but a faint burnt smell. Shaking her confused head, London stumbled back into her room for a drink. She needed something to calm her nerves after the experience she just had. Shuffling toward her mini-fridge, her foot caught the edge of something hard. She looked down to see the ouija board crumpled beneath her toes. Picking up the innocent looking board game, London suddenly realized it had been the portal the beast had used to reach her world. Her hands trembled as she carefully placed it on the top shelf in her closet. She vowed to never mock the power she found within the board and to take the filthy good experience that happened to her to the grave. *