The Book Speaks Novels & Stories

How big was this place? Some books were kept in a thick glass. I peered at them curiously. “The book of the Dead,” Dean Davina said proudly as she glanced at them. “Wait, you mean these books contain ways to talk to dead people?” I asked in utter bewilderment. “And allegedly how to raise them and control them,” Dean Davina replied. “That is a dangerous book to keep around,” I said with concern. “Hence, why it is kept here, away from prying eyes and greedy hands,” she replied.

In the throes of nervousness, she nibbles on her lip and managed a timid, "Alright." Upon their eventual return to the comforts of home, Leo presented her with a tome of imposing proportions, entitled "A Compendium of the Supernaturals." The book's weight was almost a tangible representation of the vast knowledge it held, massive and weighty, and her hands throbs with discomfort as she accepted it.

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'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

As I went to speak he beat me to it. "Open up the book." He ordered out in a not very demanding way. He knew to keep his tone right unless it was an emergency. I opened the book and froze. This couldn't be? I skimmed thought the book and my mind went into overdrive. I had to calm myself down a bit because I was forming so many plans and thinking of all the things I had to do now. I closed my eyes for a minute and once my excitement simmered, I opened them and smirked as I re read the book title outloud. "Forbidden spells."

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

“What is this?” “This book talks about anchor beings,” the dragon said seriously. “It also talks about the primordial beings.”

You are the only one that can read this, if you don't believe ask someone and you will see. "Are you having trouble, you are looking kind of lost and pale." King Alexander said from above me. I stiffened as I read the last line. Don't read this outloud they can't read your mind. This book is more powerful than anyone nomatter the time. So don't read this outloud and you will keep every universe safe. Any thought about this book will be blocked. So dont be scared you will see.

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The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older. I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.