The Lost Symbol Book Review Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

she asked, eyeing the collapsing ceiling beams. “It’s here,” I replied calmly. She frowned. “How are we supposed to find anything in this mess?” I stepped further inside, my boots crunching over broken stone and brittle parchment. “The book isn’t ordinary,” I said. “Dark leather binding. Silver etchings along the spine. The symbol of the abyss burned into the front.” Ansel blinked. “That narrows it down to… one in a million.” I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Then start looking.”

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

So, lying with her back on the bed, she stared at the flat ceiling, thinking. His father confiscated the book she, literally, risked her life for and stole her the freedom of abusing its content. Now what? What should she do to retrieve it? Automatically, her eyes landed on the purple-eyed boy. She’d been taken aback when their eyes met. There really was something in the way the crystals of his orbs twinkle. It made Z’s stomach rumble in such a confusing manner. It’s something she never has felt before, but there’s no time deciphering a code she couldn’t pinpoint. The most important matter now was to get her hands on that book.

The book rose from the floor, its pages turning on their own. Kael held the memory in his hands. It was fragile, precious, full of warmth. He offered it to the Child of Silence. And the Child accepted. --- The light faded. The book settled back onto the floor. The symbols on the floor stopped glowing. Kael opened his eyes. He felt lighter, as if a weight he hadn't known he was carrying had been lifted. "Is it done?" Rhydian asked. Kael looked at the book. It was still. Quiet. The ancient symbols had stopped shifting.

“Someone’s playing games with us.” Sophia stayed silent for a moment. Then she said quietly, “This wasn’t luck.” Daniel frowned. “Then what was it?” She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t know. And somehow, that unsettled her more than the attack itself. — That evening, the mansion was unusually quiet. Sophia sat alone in her room, scrolling through reports. Everything had stabilized. Too perfectly. Too quickly. As if the crisis hadn’t been solved, but erased. She leaned back in her chair. “…Who did this?” she whispered. No answer came.

A black string laced into braids and will be connected to a rectangular shaped varnished coconut shell with a width of an inch and half and length of a fourth of an inch. The words carved should be 'lost souls' with a rose at the left side of the other bracelet and right on the other one. He wants two, and that's for her and him. He wanted it tied in a adjustable knots. After finalizing everything, he gave his drawing with the details to the vendor.The guy stared at his drawing. Then after few minutes he put his drawing down. "This design is really plain but very deep. Alright, tomorrow come back here with her. It should be all done tomorrow and you could show her the place," the vendor said

Hello! Thank you very much for reading my book. And I'm very sorry if I suddenly ended my book. I'm having some trouble focusing lately and I have a family problem at the moment so I hope you understand. Thank you so much for reading my book, I appreciate it a lot.❤ And congratulations on reaching the end of the story. I know it's short and things suddenly went too fast but I do hope you were at least satisfied reading this book.❤ Anyways, Happy New Year everyone! I hope you had a good year and this year to be a better year for all of us!

I could feel it, like a current running through my veins, urging me to move forward. My heart raced as I stood up from the ground, the cold earth beneath me grounding me, even as the power from the journal threatened to sweep me away. I stared at the book in my hands, the ancient symbols on its cover now clearer, sharper than ever before. They seemed to glow, and for the first time, I understood what they were telling me. This was more than just a record of my past. It was a guide. A map to the power I had been denied. The truth about what I was meant to become.

I asked him, a little annoyed but smiling, “Dominic told me he saw this same symbol in that place; that’s why I am looking for something here that can explain to me what this symbol means and what this stands for.” “I don’t know. I'm not sure I've seen one,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides, I don’t linger too much on that place because of the wild and magical beasts staying there.” I sighed. “How am I supposed to find this thing? This place has hundreds of thousands of books! I can’t look through them one by one!” “I am here if you need help,” he murmured and winked. “I am still pissed that you didn’t go to Moonstone even for a brief visit. You have already forgotten me.”