The Book Of Dust Novels & Stories

I crouched on the ground and closed my eyes. “Photo book…” I whispered and reached out my hand towards the black dust. A second later, I was holding my Grandma's old album, the one where she kept her most treasured memories of my Grandfather and Mother. My spell made it look completely undamaged, as if it was never even touched by fire. I quickly grasped some ash in my hand and spread it on the book, dirtying it, just so it would look like I had found it among the ruins and not magically recreated it.

As a matter of fact, if not because of the artificial light coming from crystal pearls that illuminated the area, the place will be dark. Since she was intending on checking all of the books on the shelves, Audrey started picking up the books, section by section. "Nero, help me to look for information at these books." She said as she put a pile of books before her cat. As soon as she put down the books at the table, a cloud of dust raised in the air. 'Cough! Cough! Cough!' Both Audrey and Nero coughed hard as the cloud of dust raised from the books. [Who is the librarian of this place?! They need to be called out! Look at how thick those dust accumulations already are?!!! Are they planning t

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Again. My breath gets stuck somewhere between my lungs and my throat. I curl my hands into fists. “ You are indeed important. ” Dustin looks down at the odd book in his hand. I notice the black binding and the old-brown pages peeking from within, trying to understand why he is behaving this way. Suddenly, Dustin pushes it towards me. I close my mouth, my gaze switching between the cold, harsh lines of his face and the book in his hand. “ Go on. Feel what it’s like to know everything. ” He has a strange tone. It’s a mixture of warmth and pure ice.

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.

Cobwebs hung along the walls and the shelves that still had a few dirty old books. I watched as Liam searched through the dirty books, coughing at intervals as dust flew into his face. “You should be careful with that. It's dangerous.” “It's nothing…” His words were swallowed by another round of coughing as he finally picked out a book. “I found it.” His face was covered in the dust by the time he'd turned to face me, a dusty book in his grip. I scoffed. “What's so important about that…” My voice trailed off, and lips parted the moment I saw the book's cover.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

I shouted, "Davon, don't let go, okay? You're going to be free!" But the gold dust hovered on us and covered Davon's body, dragging him back in. The energy was so strong that it also pulled us. "Mia, let go!" Theo yelled. When I almost reach the notebook, Davon let go of my hand—staring at me with pleading eyes. "Mia!" Davon screamed as the notebook swallowed him in. The notebook floated again. Glowing like fire, the gold dust circled it, creating a whirlwind until all the pages reverted. It fell on the floor and returned to its usual form as if nothing had happened.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)