The Book With No Picture Novels & Stories

It was a face that held the promise of a future yet to be unraveled. Magnus was gone for the day with the elders, and Orla was at the community building, so I had the house to myself. We were not allowed books of fiction in our communal library. I scanned the leather spines and pulled one off the shelf, The Picture of Dorian Gray by an author Oscar Wilde. I settled into my Father's oversized leather chair and opened the book on his desk. As I delve into the pages, I find myself captivated by a foreign world. The characters' complexities and struggles resonate deeply, reflecting parts of my inner thoughts and emotions.

Glints of curiosity could be seen in Amenia's eyes, probably interested in asking something but thankfully she didn't make any move to voice her questions and nodded curtly to my request as gesturing me to take a seat on the bench beside her. I claimed a seat to the opposite side of Anemia while Alex sat next to me. She moved that book to me which she was reading before. I look at her before focusing on the page opened in the book. It showed a picture of a human and some other creatures with wings attached to their backs like what I had seen in my dream. And a title printed on its top says 'The Guardians of Light and Dark'. I didn't get what her point was by showing this picture to me, so I

When I was finally able to find mine, I went back to the couch and sat down beside him. "Alright, at the count of three, we're going to open the book. Are you ready?" "I am." "Onee..two...three!" Matthew didn't take his eyes off me while opening his book. It was as if he was so sure that he would win. "You picked a book that has no illustrations in it." he suddenly told me. "W-What?!" I looked at the book I was holding and figured out he was right. "H-How did you know?"

Noah was so nonchalant with the statement, as he lifted the water and sipped at it that all Serenity could do was stare. Noah rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake.” Lifting himself, he walked to the shelf at the side of the room and grabbed a huge book, bringing it back to her. Sitting on the chair, he flicked through the book and stopped at a page, turning it around to her. Serenity’s gaze moved from the man’s face to the book in his hand and looked at the picture. On the yellowed pages, was a woman. Her skin was covered in ancient writing, and behind her, was an army.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

I never heard anything about a book, so I moved toward it to see if it was connected. When I opened the cover, a picture of the Scepter was on the first page. The book was thick and there was no way I would be able to read it in a short amount of time. Deciding to take the book, I tucked it under my arms and retreated out of the room.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

I bring out the book and open it to prove her wrong, wondering what the hell is going on. "See? Words?" "That is what you see! Not what I see?" She brings our her phone and then takes a picture of the page I opened and then shows it to me. Fucking hell! "It's not—there is nothing there... On the picture..." I glance back at the book, "But it is on here." My hands are trembling as I lift my gaze back to Beryl. Something is wrong, I am absolutely confused. if this book is blank and hidden with acient magic as Beryl calls it and I can read it then something is definitely wrong.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

It pointed to a tiny book wedged between two enormous leather volumes, so small I would have missed it if not for the crystal’s guidance. I reached for it. A pocket-sized book. Plain. Old. No title. The moment my fingers touched its surface, the crystal dimmed, as if its task was done. I carried the book back to the desk and opened it carefully. The first page was blank. So was the second. And the third. My heart dropped. Page after page, empty. No words. No runes. No spells. Nothing. But at the exact center of the book, a single name was written in elegant, dark ink, standing out like a command carved into fate.