The Tharchiate Codex Novels & Stories

We hadn't touched the lower chambers since the Vault’s rise, but now we descended again—me, Kael, Caleb, and an elder scribe named Mireen. Mireen carried a bound codex wrapped in leathered wolf skin. “This was recovered from the Sorn ruins after the first purge,” she said. “I wasn’t allowed to translate it then. Alpha Magnus forbade it." Kael grimaced. “We’re not under Magnus anymore.” Mireen opened the book. Each page was soaked in symbols, blood glyphs, and scattered phrases in the tongue of the forgotten. My fingers hovered over one sigil that mirrored the one on my chest.

After a pause, he muttered, “Caitlin, believe me or not, I never had any Yun’s Aromatic Codex. I’ve never even heard of it, never laid eyes on it. Maybe your mother was mistaken.” “You’ve truly never seen the Codex?” “Never.” Caitlin let her surprise show. “Such a famous book, and you claim ignorance? Perhaps the second half had no cover, so you didn’t recognize it. No matter. I brought the first half with me. Hector, would you like to see it?” “Oh?” His eyes betrayed him. He wanted to see it. Desperately. Caitlin drew out a bundle wrapped in oiled cloth from her inner pocket. Carefully, she unwrapped it to reveal an ancient book. The title gleamed on the cover: Yun’s Aromatic Codex.

Opening it, he reveals pages covered in script that seems to writhe and change as I look at it. "This is the Codex of Becoming," Vex says. "It speaks of the Convergence. But the text is... difficult. It was written in the Mother's own language, and translation is imperfect at best." I lean closer, and as I focus on the words, they begin to make sense. My dreamweaving translates them instinctively, pulling meaning from the chaos.

“Sit down, Harper. I’ll explain the contents of this manuscript to you.” “Okay.” The Reeves Codex was divided into three parts. The first focused on advanced medical techniques — methods for stabilizing trauma patients, controlling bleeding, restoring circulation, and strengthening the body’s recovery response through precise intervention. The second section covered pharmacology and herbal medicine. It was dense and exhaustive, filled with compound formulations and treatment protocols. Without a strong foundation in biochemistry, most people would never make sense of it. The third was a compilation of rare and complex clinical cases — step-by-step records of diagnoses, failed attempts, break

I whispered. "This is the Codex of the First Dawn," Valerius said quietly, his voice dropping into a solemn, reverent tone that made the air in the small study feel more suffocating than ever. "A text the High Council spent three centuries trying to burn from every library in the territories." He tapped one of his fingers against the glowing silver markings drawn around the stag.

The majority of the residence was dark wood carved with beautiful natural designs. Thalana presented herself at the main entrance, where two guards in the house's distinctive cobalt and silver livery stood watch. "I seek audience with Lord Nyxios," she said, offering her credentials. "I am Thalana Lakae Armas, Head Archivist of the Melanthor. The matter concerns a missing patron." The guards exchanged glances, then one nodded. "Wait here, Archivist." After a few minutes, they returned. She was escorted through corridors lined with display cases containing ancient texts and curious artifacts. The guard led her to a sunlit study where Nyxios Dolos Keltos sat reviewing documents.

"The Belmars have spent decades searching for these pages, they killed people just for this single parchment. Zara stepped closer. "What exactly is the Codex?" Lucian looked at her before answering. "It's a record." "A record of what exactly?" She looked curious. " It's a record of everything." She frowned slightly. "How's that even possible." He turned the first page of the codex, the ink was already fading out, but the writing was still something you could read. "It records bloodlines, wars, forgotten treaties, curses... and rituals that were erased from history."

CHAPTER 33 The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind. The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it. Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident. “This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”

Those poor people who believed them perished and suffered hardship in the name of their faith. He said the word like it meant something. Nirvana just didn’t know what. “The codex has been written by a priest with the help of the immortals,” he explained, responding to her apparent confusion. “...Yes. The humans believed that it was a demon, but I knew better. Some scholars speculate that the codex has been made to open the gateway to the underworld, a spell that could summon the unknown, and summon the beast of hell, the most powerful in all the worlds. But what I believe, dear husband, I think it was a book about Andrew Lawvosky. I think it was his memory. I'll know for sure if I can counte

I hid it on the day it came to me, I felt I needed to safeguard it as we had spies within the pack and we did not know who exactly was involved or working with them. My uncle Mateo and Ryker are just a part but what if they were others? Closer than we think. I opened the wardrobe floor moved my clothes underneath the second layer and lifted it as it gave way and my vault became visible. I opened it and checked inside and to my relief I found them placed the same way I left them, I quickly stood up to get the file I left on the chair and added them to the ones in the vault. I locked the vault and put everything back in place.