The First Book Novels & Stories

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

But at the very bottom of one trunk, beneath yellowed sheets, her fingers had touched something strange. It was a black leather, bound book. Its cover was scratched but strong, the edges stitched with red thread. On the front, pressed into the leather, was a symbol she had never seen before, a crescent moon crossed by three arrows. Her breath caught. Something about the symbol made her skin prickle. It looked like it belonged in old legends, not in her mother’s private things. With shaky hands and curious mind, Olivia opened the book. The first page held a sentence written in red ink, almost like dried blood:

It felt strange, how something so small could pull at me like that. We kept walking. Somewhere near the corner shelf, I stopped again — a thin book caught my eye. The First Year: A Guide for New Parents. I reached for it, running my thumb along the spine. Pages soft, edges new. I flipped through — pictures of fathers holding babies, smiling mothers, small notes on feeding and sleep routines. For the first time that day, something in my chest loosened. “You know,” the storekeeper said, glancing at the book, “most fathers come back for that one. They say it helps.”

The Mirabella library was steeped in a rich aroma of well-worn leather and hidden mysteries, its ancient shelves lined with tomes that whispered secrets of ages past. Autumn paced restlessly before the grand hearth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across her features, illuminating the pages of the Book of the Veilwalker. The sigil emblazoned in silver on the open page pulsed gently with a faint light, almost as if it were alive, its allure anchoring her attention like a siren's call.

⸻ “A forgotten beginning.” ⸻ The stars trembled. ⸻ “A story that was erased before the first chapter was written.” ⸻ The Book of Origins suddenly slammed shut. 📖💥 ⸻ For the first time in existence… The Book refused to record something. ⸻ The Mother lowered her head. A painful expression appeared on her face. ⸻ Because she remembered. ⸻ 🌙 The First Secret Millions of years ago. Before Elian. Before the Father.

Heather's POV: Flashback: a few weeks ago... When I first arrived at the Library of Alphas, I was astonished by the vast and many books. Our history was long and prosperous, though it wasn't without its wars. From what I've read, we have been plagued by greed and superiority complexs that spands generations. As much as I simply wanted to enjoy the wealth of centuries of past lives that came before me, it was only one life I was in search for. I scoured the entire library, looking for the earliest accounts. Considering Cimone was around the time the first King of our people was throned, I'm sure there wouldn't really be any knowledge before that time, if any, very limited. In the Chosen's lib

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.