The Holy Science Book Novels & Stories

Murmurs spread around the room so Annie waited until they went quiet while she organised her thoughts. “Well, a few months ago an American author wrote a novel,” she started, holding up her copy of the Da Vinci Code, “It’s about a Professor who follows a series of clues to find the location of the Holy Grail, which in human mythology is usually depicted as a vessel or a cup of some kind, the cup that Christ drank from at the last supper. Except in this novel, the author puts forward a strong argument that the vessel is actually a person, a woman, and this woman was married to and carried the child of their Christ, Jesus, who up until this point, as far as modern humans were led to believe, w

In the throes of nervousness, she nibbles on her lip and managed a timid, "Alright." Upon their eventual return to the comforts of home, Leo presented her with a tome of imposing proportions, entitled "A Compendium of the Supernaturals." The book's weight was almost a tangible representation of the vast knowledge it held, massive and weighty, and her hands throbs with discomfort as she accepted it.

The rectory was quiet in the way only a priest’s house could be after midnight. Helena stood in the small study while Tomas locked the outer door and then the one behind them. A single lamp burned on the desk. The room smelled of old paper, beeswax, and the faint trace of the incense that clung to his clothes. A crucifix hung on the wall above the bookshelf. Tomas looked at it once, then deliberately turned the frame face-down on the shelf before he came to her.

Silence filled the Eternal Sanctuary. Every Guardian stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the ancient altar nestled within the heart of the Tree Beyond the Sky. The weathered book rested on a pedestal of living silverwood. Its cover was unlike anything they had ever seen; it wasn't leather or cloth, but looked as though it had been woven from moonlight itself. Silver roots wrapped gently around its edges, pulsing with a heartbeat that felt older than time. Aiden took an unconscious step forward, and the book responded as a faint silver glow spread across its cover.

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

His finger traced down the text "The tree only reveals its secrets to the one who is pure of heart, the one who has received a blessing from the Mother of the Moon and Earth." I threw my hands up in exasperation. "This only creates more confusion. Who writes a book that is supposed to reveal information to you, but chooses to write it entirely in parables? It's ridiculous." Khyrix didn't answer. His body went completely rigid. His ears twitched, and his gold eyes snapped toward the dark hallway we had just walked through. He slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the dark room. "We need to leave. Now."

The shelves curve gracefully along the inner walls of the chamber, following the natural contours of the wood, each one laden with volumes of ancient lore and mystical knowledge. The books that line the shelves are a treasure trove of wisdom, collected over centuries by the Earth Goddess and Theo as they journeyed through the realms of magic and mystery. Leather-bound tomes and weathered scrolls share space with delicate manuscripts adorned with intricate illustrations, each one a testament to the rich tapestry of knowledge that lies within.

“So what does this mean? And where are the other two books? Also can you tell me what this book is and what it does?” “I don't really know the entire story behind this book but from the vague description I received from the previous high priestess, the book is said to hold the power to collapse the foundation of every teaching we taught you. But not only that, if all books are opened, they will also remove the gateway between this realm and the other and that would allow the other entities to manifest, so I ask of you, collect the books. Last time, one was recorded to be in Egypt within the tomb of Ozymandus the second.”

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.