Trace A Book Novels & Stories

Was that the only book? Her breath caught sharply when the book she pulled showed a symbol, the same circle with three intersecting lines. Althea opened the book rapidly, flipping through the pages faster now while adrenaline surged harder beneath her exhaustion. Ancient diagrams spread across yellowed paper. Tunnel systems. Convergence structures. Movement routes. She immediately noted that the symbol stamped repeatedly beside specific route markings. “What the hell are you?” She whispered, gritting her teeth. The library doors opened behind her. Althea barely looked up.

Something had caught her attention. Michael followed her gaze, his eyes scanning the room, searching for what had distracted her, and that was when he saw it, a book on the bookshelf, shining with a soft, ethereal light, like a beacon calling out to them. Ara walked towards it, her feet moving slowly, deliberately and her eyes fixed on the book that was shining from the inside. Her hands reached out to take it. Michael watched her, his curiosity piqued. He wondered what was going on and what was happening.

“You did.” “And the Book?” He shook his head. “Gone.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. The wound where she’d cut herself had healed… but not cleanly. The skin had scarred in a spiral, dark and perfect, etched into her palm like ink burned beneath flesh. The same spiral Mara had worn. The same spiral that had filled the Book’s pages. “I feel different,” she whispered. Tristan’s hand hovered, almost touching hers, then pulled back. “You are.”

Becky asked again. The lady took her hand and take her towards the giant book name “Prophetic Gaze “which has a silver shiny cover. It has a huge golden lock. “What is this giant book”. Becky asked while touching the sparking cover of the book. As she touches the book cover, the strong rays emit from the book and glow the area around it. It is more like a dream. Becky felt a sudden jolt in her fingers which touch the area. She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back.

That time it was just a book, but now it's more like a prized possession. Did he buy it again because the series looked incomplete? Tristan was a perfectionist like that. He frowned. Something was telling him that it was not the case. He gingerly took out the book from the shelf. It felt much lighter than it looked. The texture felt different as well. Then it dawned on him as he felt the pages. They were not separate but glued together. With a pounding heart, he opened the supposed 'book'. It was a shallow box in disguise. His eyes widened as he discovered several documents inside it. He sat on the chair and placed the box on the study table.

"I will start the scan of the book to the Index." Susan announced and ran the command. The crystalline pyramids in the vertices shined for some seconds and shot beams of light to its neighbours, drawing with it the edges of the rectangular box that make the library room. In the system's monitor, a window appeared showing a progress bar, an elapsed time display, an estimated time left display and a counter of books scanned. The counter in the last one was growing by the second and could be read '154 books of 16248 books scanned'.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

Lorenzo made it is job to always put an eye on Tracy for a reason best known to him, he even put her daughter into the dancer and singers band so she can visit the palace more often but Tracy had just been grateful and never did anything against them. At that moment, Axel reached the house Tracy had gone to the market and Laura was left alone at home to have a proper rest but instead a old book had caught her attention in Tracy library. The book looked like it hasn't been read for days, she blew the dust off the book and open the front page. It was boldly written 'Discovery of the witches'. What is she doing with a book like this?, she had just open few pages when the knock on the door distr

Every one of us was trying to force impossible pieces together. Roman finally broke the silence. “I hate mysteries.” I looked over. “Do do I.” I sighed a long breath. Despite everything happening, a small laugh escaped me. I guess with everything that happened I couldn’t help it. Before any of us could say anything else… The bedroom door opened. Traci hurried inside carrying a thick, weathered book against her chest. Her eyes practically sparkled. “Guys…” She lifted the book slightly. “I think I found something.”