The Holy Book Novels & Stories

Of course, no names were written in the book—each world was represented only by a golden point of light. If my guess was correct, this was the one-of-a-kind travel grimoire known throughout the world as The Nine Realms Book of the Fire God. But why would Lan possess such a book? It was unbelievable. Suddenly, I recalled my conversation with Shia the night before. I had asked her whether someone as powerful as Lan could possibly be one of the Twelve Prime Gods.

Isabella said, stepping forward. "I could say the same of you," he rasped. "Though not many of us can." He knelt and set the bundle down gently, revealing what lay within. A tome. Bound in a leather that shimmered between charred black and ember red. The sigil on the cover pulsed faintly—a circle of flame intersected by a single sword. "The Songbook of the First Choir," Elias said. "It was buried beneath the reliquary. Protected by a binding no mortal should have been able to break."

Of course, Clara received a light scolding from Holly that she should not have taken it, given that it might be cursed. The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin. It wasn’t in Hiestora: The Creation or History of the Empyrean Treaty; it was missing, too, from Basics of the Five Attunements or Charms and Other Bewitchments. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

I wrapped my free hand in the satin fabric of the dress, trying my best to control my anxiety as Alpha Kaia opened the book that lay before her on the altar. It was the Book of the Moon, the sacred writings that the Goddess had left for us. I had never seen it with my own eyes and, Holy Moon, just thinking that the Alpha herself was about to perform that ceremony made me tremble.