The Looking Book Novels & Stories

"Finally spit it out, what are we supposed to do here?" She ignored him, just clasped her hands on the table and looked at me. “Yesterday I got a call from the guild in Potsdam. A few days ago three proles were caught there and must be brought to Historia. " Historia was a research laboratory devoted solely to researching the proles. "What kind of proles?" I wanted to know. "Three Iuba." "Iuba?" Reese frowned. "What does Historia want with three Iubas?"

' Alexis claimed. “Sweet” she heard him say, she looked up, blushing all red. She got back to arranging the study room, and he watched her intensively. When she was done searching, she excused herself to seek the book. She was on the staircase, “now where do I start looking?” She asked herself as she climbed down the stairs, she entered their gym, but she saw nothing but workout materials which made her groan, next she searched the living room, she was so busy searching for the book that she didn't even notice the pair of eyes that were watching her, she walked out, searching the kitchen, she searched everywhere, but she didn't find anything, well, she searched everywhere except from their r

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

I know where I'm going, I just don't know what I need. I hear movement. I duck under an empty desk. A man in a lab coat walks by. When he walks by, I move again. Turning from the white halls to blue halls. I look in the rooms as I pass by. Cold tables with bloody rags on them. I look on the walls of these rooms and see the claw marks of desperate wolves. I close my eyes to not look at the familiarity of it. Finally, I come to the hall I need. I stop at the corner pressing myself against the wall. I peek around to see where the security guard is. He's looking at his phone. Guarding the doors.

“Oh, uh… nothing, really.” “Doesn’t look like nothing,” I said with a polite smile. “Where did you find that?” The other boy shrugged. “Over there. On the table by the north stacks.” He pointed lazily toward an empty corner. I glanced in the direction he indicated. The table was bare. By the time I turned back, the students had already gathered their things and scurried off, leaving the book behind. Slowly, I pulled it closer. The cover sent a shiver through me—the same jagged doorway Julianna described in her vision. The Netherveil.

She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

Any help they gave came at an unacceptable cost. “If it will help the entire pack.” He took a few steps looking around. It was hard to stop himself from being in awe of the room. There were floor-to-ceiling shelves with books on magic and moon phases. There were even books on werewolves. Rowan froze when he ran across a book that looked just like Elly’s grimoire.

I let myself into the room and went straight to the drawers where I saw the book the last time I was there. Luckily, it was still there. I raised it up to the light and looked at the cover. I didn’t have enough time to look through it to find what I was searching for, but from the cover, which was a picture of what seemed to be someone between two worlds with a woman with hair as white as the moon itself opening her hands and facing it towards the person, a part of me just knew that it was what I was looking for.

ASTRID. The room feels chilly all of a sudden. My eyes search around, my room looks tighter now, something panging at the base of my heart. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I opened the top of the box. I dump the contents on the table, there are a few notes, and some pictures, stickers, books and sorts, and I open the bulky book, my eyes swiping through the content. It’s a spell book, the words written in another language I can’t even read.