Tom Marvolo Riddle Book Novels & Stories

He knew because her eyes didn't move through the lines, nor did she turn the page after a long minute. He cleared his throat. "I know you have more guts than other ladies but I didn't know you were bold enough to read such a book in open space, Lady Lewis." Melrose lost her thoughts when he heard Lord Knight all of the sudden. She met his gaze and her eyes narrowed in suspicion when she saw the taunting mischief in his eyes. Realizing what he said, she looked at the cover of the book and her lips parted in shock. She almost threw the book! What the bloody hell! What she was pretending to read all this time was an explicit book!

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

"Sean is fading fast. The medicine isn't working. I've run out of ways..." A pale golden silk bag was shoved into his arms, choking off his complaints. He stared for a long while, then reflexively jumped up, forgetting he was in the doorway. Bang—he slammed into the door frame, sucking in a breath of cold air from the pain. "This... this is..." "Sa, this is the Red Dragon Tooth." Seeing his friend's extreme loss of composure, the man wore a trace of a smile.

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

In the middle of the book, there was a purple stone. It was the Book Of Shadows. Her mother's book. Layla wiped the sands off the book with her hands, her face a mask of confusion. Why did Riven hide the book from her? Why did he bury it here? Was there something Riven wasn't telling her? She was still engrossed in her thoughts, wondering why Riven would bury her mother's book of magic when a twig snapped like a firecracker behind her. Suddenly alert, she turned around just in time to see a familiar looking man raise his hand and strike her on her face.

"What kind of a sick joke is this?!" Kim's fist slammed against the table, the sound reverberating through the dusky room Her patience had already worn thin, but now, it was crumbling entirely. Her gaze snapped to the man seated beside her, who was flipping lazily through the grimoire—the supposedly cursed artifact that had cost them so much to obtain. The same one Tomoya had handed over through Jess. "We've spent days trying to decipher whatever secrets this book holds," Kim seethed, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension, "and you're telling me that none of this makes sense?!"

"Well, people can only predict what will happen here through ancient books but the source of the information must be queried. "Indeed! So the books in our realm are misleading?" Cass tilted his head in confusion. "In a way technically, coming here yourself to hear from the horses' mouth gives your direct knowledge of how things work here and you can go alter those books in your realm." "Secondly, you must confess something terrible you have once done in your life." The riddle man stated. "Wait! What? Are you kidding me right now because you have got to be fucking with us now?" Cass' face went from white to pale.