The Secret Scripture Novel Novels & Stories

"For now, we give Noctis space. See if he can unite them on his own." "And if he cannot?" Amelia asked, her gaze unwavering. "Then I suppose they’ll need a push," I mused, a new thread of strategy weaving itself in my mind. "I'll think on that." "Very well. What, precisely, are they looking for?" My finger traced the final, elegant script of a paragraph. "The book speaks of ruins. Ancient script rumored to hold a powerful secret. It’s the perfect place to start—and a mystery compelling enough to guarantee Finnian’s cooperation."

Deacon: What book? Carys: The winky face gave you away. You know what book. Deacon: I had no plans to mention it. It’s none of my business. Carys: I wanted to acknowledge it before you did. I’m a bit embarrassed. Deacon: I wouldn’t have acknowledged it. And if I did, I certainly would never shame you for reading about something that’s natural. Not only would that be wrong, it would be hypocritical. Carys: Hypocritical…because you have a similar book? LOL

"He's not going to be happy with me, wherever he is." She immediately started gathering the books. "I'm sorry, Uncle," she whispered, carefully arranging them one after the other. She was almost done with arranging the books when something caught her eye. It was a book she'd never seen before with the words "The Secret of the Miasma." boldly written on it.

The letter, a small white square, felt like a shard of ice in the warm, salty air. I read the words once, then again, watching the ink blur. "Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE." My fingers clenched, crumpling the note until the paper groaned. A tremor ran from my hand up my arm, a cold current against the island's tropical heat. How had he found us? Eavon had promised this place was impenetrable, a fortress built of secrecy and trust. Yet, a ghost from our past had simply slipped a message under the door.

My dad had mentioned it once, calling it the Apocrypha of the Veiled. As I flipped again, I noticed something written with something that looked like charcoal. “The Hidden Truth,” I whispered. I opened it, my eyes skimming the jagged, handwritten script. My breath hitched. Unlike the other books, which described the Masquerades as hunters, this author described them as Sentinels. I was already in the middle, and as I turned a page, my heart did a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. My eyes widened as I read the final line of the chapter. My vision blurred for a second as the weight of the words crashed into me like a physical blow.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

At first, Taylor came into view followed by ruby. “Hey, guys. Thank you for waiting. We are going to sing a cover song. I think you are eager for it,” Taylor spoke to everyone boldly. There’s a loud cheer everywhere around Ian and Chloe. Some are shouting 'Ruby' and others are shouting 'Taylor'. Slowly, the music filled the hall, and the song began. I wanna know the secret I am ready to let go get me out of the familiar I wanna know what I don’t know meet me in the mystery

I jumped a little with surprise, my hand shooting up to clutch at his arm, a whirlwind of wonder and trepidation rapidly rising in my chest. The staircase that had now emerged plunged deeper into the earth with each glass step. West and I exchanged an anxious look. "This is some next level shit," I finally said, shaking my head with disbelief. "A fucking secret door? Explain yourself, West." "I-I've never seen this before," West stammered, making me raise a brow in concern. "You knocked out this book," he said, letting go of my waist to crouch down to pick up the green hardcover now on the floor. "Must've triggered the movement. I don't think Mr. Kreep built this, though?"

Hence, once he turned around, they might not feel so awkward. Unfortunately, there were no magazines around here. She found only hard-to-read books that she had never thought to read on her own...Politics...Economics...Classic literature. However, one book caught her eyes. Celine chose the literature that she remembered was adapted into a movie. At least she knows some plot and could have a decent conversation if he asks anything about it. She sat and read the book. Then she saw a phrase written in pitch-black ink on the front page of Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray.

He eventually stopped at a heavy wooden door. “This is it.” He knocked softly. “Come on in,” a raspy voice drifted from inside. I squeezed Novel’s hand. She looked at me, searching for strength, and I gave her a firm nod. The room smelled of sweet lavender and old parchment. The walls were covered in ancient, jagged script. While I looked around for the occupant, Novel moved as if in a trance toward a specific section of the wall. Her fingers traced the carvings. “It would happen... a human will stop the return of The Myths,” she read aloud.