The Unravelling Book Novels & Stories

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

Nora Sinclair slipped out of her sleek black dress in the powder room and stared at her reflection. The sequined fabric clung to her curves, the plunging neckline daring—and entirely intentional. She exhaled, smoothing a stray lock of hair. Tonight was her ex’s engagement party, and she was determined not to look heartbroken. She’d be a vision: confident, unattainable, unbroken.

“I’ll be back when you need me.” I did not wait for his response, I turned and left the room so fast that I barely registered when my hand pushed the door open, my heartbeat loud in my ears as I walked faster and faster until walking became something between stumbling and running. The overly long maid dress tangled around my legs as I moved through the corridor, forcing me to lift it awkwardly just to avoid falling flat on my face. I could still feel the pull. Like something invisible had attached itself to me. I hated the fact that my wolf, sealed for so long that I had almost stopped believing she existed, stirred at the worst possible time, in the worst place, with the worst possible man.

Each red light dragged, her fingers drumming the wheel, nails digging crescents into her palm. Marcus planned this perfectly his deep rumble promising control. But Javier's gruff edge from their vetting call echoed, fists probably clenched now, veins bulging. Tyler's taunting purr had teased her limits over video, We'll spin you till you shatter. Want clawed her belly, fierce and unyielding, collided with the lie whispering she'd shatter alone after.

THIS CHAPTER DIVES INTO THE UNEXPECTED-WHERE ANATOMY MIGHT SURPRISE YOU AND BOUNDARIES BLUR. IF YOU'RE NOT READY FOR BOLD, BIZARRE, AND BEAUTIFULLY TWISTED FANTASIES... CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED. Y/N POV

Eryx whispered, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the silver light was parting to reveal a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of Indigo-Black Silk. "We’ve only just started the Unraveling." Darlene gripped the wooden key, now a scepter of absolute command, and as it closed, she didn't feel like a ghost or a legend—she felt like the Hand that would write the rest of the world.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

She laid there, shivering, the outside world drowned out by her heartbeat, and she closed her eyes to darkness. “What happened?” Olivia questioned the Healer. Silas looked as if the effect of the unbound spell had shell-shocked him. He leaned against a small shelf of books, his hand massaging his eyes. “Are you going to tell me or just stand there, draped like a thespian?” The woman spat this venomously. She was not the most tactful when it came to words, but Silas just chalked it up to her being used to having to be strong as the Lead Mage. “I couldn’t finish binding the spell to the elixir...” He said a little breathlessly.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

She unwrapped it, three torn pages were blank. Her heart plummeted. "No... this can’t be it." Franca leaned over. "Wait. There’s something written in the corner." Faint, barely visible: Hold me close to a light. Raven pulled a torchlight from the emergency drawer, flicked it on, and held it beneath the pages. Words surfaced written in a strange glowing ink: The book must not be found before the soul is chosen. Three pieces seek the whole. Add me to the main book.