The Looking Book Novels & Stories

I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

Alyssa exclaimed after seeing all the things on a particular page. "What Is it, Alyssa?" Asked Berk worried. "Don't worry Berk everything is going to be fine, let's go," replied Alyssa as she keeps the book on the floor. "Are we done?" Berk asked surprised. "Yes we are," Alyssa replied and they both left the room. As soon as they turned and left the room, the book closes back by itself, and the book cover reads; 'THE BOOK OF SHADOWS' and then the book disappears. . .

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

The name tasted of ash and forgotten ghosts, of a past that refused to stay dead. She turned back to Lucian, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “What exactly are we looking for?” Lucian’s gaze darkened. “A book.” Vesper stiffened beside her. “A book?” he repeated, suspicion laced in his tone. “You want to drag us into cursed ruins for a book?” Lucian’s smirk returned, but this time there was no humor in it. “Not just any book. The Codex Noctis.” Elara inhaled sharply. Even Vesper’s expression shifted, his features taut with unease.

There was a second of silence before I heard her shuffling and scuffling about. “Wait…now?” “Yes…now. What am I looking for?” I whispered, running my hands through the neatly arranged books. “Urm…urm…a purple-covered book, with a double-headed wolf symbol by its side,” she said hurriedly. I checked all the columns, but I found nothing. “There’s nothing here,” “Where, the shelf?” She asked, her breath now sounding ragged over the phone. “Yes, mum. The shelf. Where else do I check?”

It’s more likely that a draught from the door or windows disturbed the pristine alter cloth. My gaze passes over the objects on the table, white candles, willow branches, bundles of herbs, trinkets and tchotchkes. My eyes settle upon an open book, the pages are loosely bound and the gilded illustration depicts a woman being lifted into the clouds by two sets of hands. In my awe of the tome I forget about the potential stowaway. I must have this book, the people are no more, so it will not be missed and I cannot fight the urge to reach out and pluck it from its resting place. It is cumbersome to hold, even with both hands and I have no idea how I will hide it from Halen.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

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.”

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav