Trace A Book Novels & Stories

How strange. “Fine,” I tell Reece, thinking I should investigate. “You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with her later.” “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Reece says. I’m already out of my chair. With a shrug, I walk toward the wall. I’ve got something to look into.” I glance behind me to see Tristan has pulled one of those poop books off of the shelf and is looking at it intently. He turns the book slightly as if there’s an illustration that doesn’t look right in its current direction. I shake my head and move on.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

That's when I saw it The golden glitter wave above my head moving in a direction I instinctively picked up my phone to record the whole thing as proof to show to my friends I was contemplating if I should follow, I didn't want to worry Mr Jonathan about this, so I followed the trail of glitter before it disappeared It led me all the way to the back of his library and I saw a book that looked really old The glitter settled on top the book and disappeared... It was all so magical and beautiful I picked up the book... It had an old cover with brown pages I opened it and the pages were blank and dusty... I think its an old journal "I do need one of these" I said as I added the book to the books

They were pressed so close that she could feel the buttons of his coat digging into her chest. Liam and Rowan walked into the Restricted Section. "The book is missing from the shelf," Rowan noted, swinging the lantern. "Someone has moved the Apotheosis file." "Maybe Father took it," Liam suggested. "Father is busy overseeing the interrogation," Rowan replied. He walked toward the table where Tristan had left the book. Tristan held his breath. He had closed the book, but he hadn't put it back. Rowan stopped at the table. He ran a gloved finger over the cover of the black tome.

Sabrina’s POV I walked out of the library and stretched my arms. My back ached and my joints popped. I had been in there a long time and the smell of old parchment and dusty books had settled into my clothes already. I had spent hours hunching over books but I barely finished. The old books I had been focusing on were references for tracing back my pack’s history and the names and bloodlines I had been marking. It felt like weight had been lifted off my chest when Ian offered to help find Elder Walter.

Scratching the side of my head trying to ease the tension my headband is causing I fiddle around with the book. My fingertips trace the page sweeping past the hares in plain sight. Where are the res- What was that? I felt something, it halted the smoothness of my path. I begin to trace the page again my eyes widening when I find a small hidden partition within the page. Digging my nails into the small layer I begin to tug on it. It seems as though there is an opening or a block that I can remove. "You have twenty seconds left. I think you might fail this one, Theia." Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise.

Taking the book in hand, she carefully examined the drawer, searching for any hidden compartments. As she touched the drawer, Hazel wondered if there might be a concealed space within. Determined to uncover the truth, she slowly opened the book with one hand, simultaneously exploring the drawer with the other. Finding nothing in the drawer, she shifted her focus to the pages of the book. Methodically flipping through, she reached the end, where her persistence paid off. A hole discreetly carved into the pages revealed a concealed compartment, housing the sought-after pen drive. "Is that it?" Hazel whispered to herself, a triumphant smile forming on her lips. With a swift, calculated move, sh

Speckles of dust span through the light, floating upwards and spinning slowly as they rose. “What’s this old book going to tell us?” Ryna asked, sliding one hand onto her hip. Her slim, blonde eyebrows raised slightly, and I sighed. “Let me show you,” I said. I laid it out on the desk, and flipped through the old, thin pages until I found the one with the folded-down corner. I pushed the corner up, and swivelled the book around to show the small crowd of people surrounding me. Luna Carla was at the front, seeming particularly intrigued by what the nondescript book she’d given me had to offer. I just hoped that my analysis of the old folk tale had been correct.

But I could sense her discomfort through the mate bond we shared; I could feel her quickened pulse, I could see the way her fingers trembled a little as she ran them across the spines of the books lining the shelves. More than anything, I wanted to go to her. I wanted to hold her in my arms again, just as I had when she had come to me during the guild’s test. But I gave her some space. If not for myself, then for her. Finally, I was pulled out of my thoughts when Kayla approached with a weathered, leather-bound book in her hands. “Look at this,” she said, holding up a page with an illustration of a black snake with gold flecks in its scales.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.