The Enochian Myth Book Novels & Stories

He just wanted her to be safe no matter what. *** Jordan pulled an all nighter to study every passage on the book of Enoch, to avoid being at disadvantage in his supernatural education when he would become very busy. He stood up from his reading table and threw himself on his bed and in no time he was fast asleep, he was having a dream more like a vision.

Gildeon tapped his fingers under the desk edge and gave the girl with the brow piercing a silent nod to speak again. “Agree with that,” she said, backing up the last student. “The Book of Yonah said the magic led to chaos and destruction.” She paused, pointing to an open page in the book. “There are stories about mythical civilizations that collapsed because they couldn’t handle the power responsibly.” The goth boy butted in, “But the Fallen Immortal had no idea the lower mortals would abuse their power.” He shrugged and leaned back. “It’s not his fault.”

"Elixane, would you like to see Mother in the celestial realm someday?" My eyes widened instantly. "What...?" "We can bring Lucretius and Enoch, too," she added casually, as if she wasn't talking about meeting the literal Moon Goddess Herself. Enoch nearly choked beside us. "W-Wait—what?!" His jaw dropped immediately as he stared at her in complete disbelief. "M-Meet the Moon Goddess... in person?!" Honestly, I probably looked no better than him. Because no matter how much had already been revealed tonight, the idea still felt absurdly overwhelming.

"I read the first copy of the enchiridion. Dhruv himself had shown it to me. There, it was boldly stated that Lycans are only immune to Fae magic. While Fae's weaknesses are Lycans." Sophia walked towards me and pushed the book to my chest. "Read what is in there," she yelled. I held the book in my hand and was first ambushed by Dhruv's pair of intimidating red eyes. I looked down at the writing which was in Eortínian, but I couldn't understand anything that was written. The book was later snatched away from my hand by Sophia. "I forgot you can't read in Eortínian. When you should have been studying, you were living your life as a privileged princess of Trinigad."

A wicked smile appeared on her face. “This is remarkable!” Rhain, “Can you decipher it?” Euphenia, “Well of course. I took special lessons to learn Ectic.” Rhain, “What’s Ectic?” Euphenia, “The old language of the Gods. It was used only by the Gods as their tongue and to write the Numenopus, the book of the old gods. But, what baffles me is that how come your princess had this in her possession?” Rhain, “No idea. She had it in an envelope.”

In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it. She turns the key to the left to unlock the mysterious strange book. The book gets unlocked but no words were written in any of the pages, just strange ancient scribes. Elena decides to drop her tears at the center of the book. Which wooshed out an energy and the pages begin to flip on it's own turning bright golden. At that point the book drew away from Elena and struck her dead instantly. Elena wakes up after a few moments to find herself in a dark empty void.

“I wish there was something to show me, what was going on, with me.” I truly did feel lost. “I wish there was too, but my father told me, in olden times one mate could tell the other with the spark. I never knew it was a literal spark. We kept shocking one another until we mated, it was hilarious.” Morpheus chuckled. “You, however, have your hands full.” “Why?”

"Why is it expensive?" "No, it was in high demand." Alkhun looks at the book. It was almost like his first copy of it. Red cover, with the name of it. Written in bold letters. Alkhun was fascinated by the book ever since he first read it. It was the myth of the west. The myth about a tower, once hidden deep in the west. Where it is located, the structure, the system, the connection between worlds. Everything was written in detail. It was suffocating how fascinating whats that book has to offer. Like a gateway through the other dimension, that gives you goosebumps.

I lived it. I flipped frantically to the center of the book to find this prophecy, but my fingers hit a sharp, jagged edge. The page had been ripped out. It was a clean, intentional cut. On the tiny sliver of paper left in the binding, I could just barely make out a few words in a dark, ink-stained script: “...the human mate would be the only one to stop the reincarnation of The Myth.” My blood ran cold. Why would a "fiction" book be censored so violently?

The mythology section occupied the library's third floor, accessible only by a narrow staircase that creaked with every single step. Most students avoid it, claiming it gave them the creeps. Tonight, I understood what they meant. My footsteps echoed too loudly in the silent library. I found the book I needed tucked between dusty volumes on medieval superstitions. Lunar Mythology and Human Transformation by Dr. Mark Jones. The spine of the book was worn smooth, showing more readers than the circulation card indicated. "Interesting choice," I tilted my head slightly to a side as I swiftly flipped its pages. I spun around, my heart pounding faster. A young man emerged from between the stacks, h