Novel & Cerita The Book With No Words

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Even in such a solemn moment, the little silver wolf refused to let despair linger for long. Mercy suddenly looked toward the blank Book of Origins. "It is time." The book floated into the air. Though every page had been empty moments before, words slowly began appearing—not glowing silver, not crimson, but golden. The handwriting was elegant and ancient. The Moon Goddess looked surprised. "I never wrote this." Mercy smiled knowingly. "No. You didn't." Aiden carefully read the first lines aloud: > *When the Book becomes empty...* > *Its author has finished speaking.*

If she heard me, she ignored it and went about picking out more books while humming. I flipped the book open and blew away the dust settled on its leaves. The book was so fragile that it was barely in one piece. The dust settled and instead of words, I saw an empty page. I was perplexed at first. I quickly flipped other pages and they were like the rest. “It's empty,” I blurted. She ignored me and continued humming her ominous tune. “Nadia,” I called out impatiently. “There are no words in here.” I picked out another one and flipped through it, ignoring the dust particles flitting through the air. It was as empty as the first. I hurriedly checked the rest and it was the same thing.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

She sighed and was about to close it when something caught her eye, a book, old and thin, wedged tightly against the inner corner of the wardrobe, almost hidden. Curious, Nyxoria reached for it. Her fingers brushed over the worn leather cover, and the moment she touched it, a strange chill ran down her spine. She pulled it free and stared at it, holding it carefully in both hands. The book was ancient. The leather binding was cracking and faded, and its pages looked yellowed and brittle. She opened it slowly, and the very first thing she noticed was the handwriting. It wasn’t like anything she had seen before, it was beautiful but that wasn't what caught her eyes. It was the words that were

No one even read in this corner. Slowly, I pushed myself up, making my way towards it. My hands shook as I opened it. Two words. Found you. No name. No symbol. Just the curve of each letter—neat, intentional. Not Nico’s script. Not Luca’s. Not Matteo’s. Something colder. Something older. The book slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a soft thump. I stood, heart hammering in my chest. Who the hell— I looked around. Slowly. The library remained empty.

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.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

“It's settled then, let's begin.” **** Vanessa, Xander, Kaida, the council members, and I all gathered around the stone table as I finally reached out, held the bomb then placed it on one of the stone tables. The moment my finger touched the book, the glow intensified and I felt a wave of energy surge through me. A calm breeze blew in the chamber, flipping the book open on its own. The pages fluttered rapidly before it settled on one particular one. The words were written in a language that I didn't understand. Strange symbols filled the page and were moving like they were alive.

She held it for Ashford to see. "Why are there words there now?" Ashford took the book from her and glanced at it. The words that were in the books disappeared, like nothing had ever been written on them. Ashford showed the book to her. "Empty." She placed her hand on the book, and the words were back. Realization suddenly hit her; she was a forbidden hybrid, and only if she touched the book were the words going to appear on them. She grabbed the book from Ashford and flipped through the pages. There was going to be a part where they talked about other hybrids. Since the other plans they had made were ruined, she had to come up with something else.