Untouchable Book Novels & Stories

I had sensed something was off, but I had no idea just how crucial that book was. Sylvia continued, her tone steady despite the implications of her words. “The Book of Enchantments isn’t just any ancient text. It holds the power to destroy the very fabric of the Universe. The spells within it are beyond comprehension, so potent that only the strongest wizards and witches could ever hope to perform them. Kalazar knows this. And that’s why he needs it.”

Elliot's POV I felt like my whole world had been uprooted from me. I watched the door close behind my father but that only deepened the wound in my heart. Staring at the file on the desk felt like a death sentence. I picked it up and tore it to shreds. I was kicking the desk furiously when my right hand man, Austin stepped in. He bowed. “Not now, Austin.” I dismissed him. “I'm sorry, sir. It's just–” he paused and avoided my gaze.

Out here, I’m the one in charge. The song shifts, the bass line deepening, and I drop low, my palms brushing the floor before I push back up, rolling my hips to the beat. My thighs burn, but I don’t let it show. You can’t show strain. You can’t show anything that makes them think you’re not untouchable. Untouchable. That’s a joke. Under the makeup and sequins, I’m just a girl who once slept in her car for a week because rent was late. Who’s made mistakes. Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them.

Damn it Zane! I lingered in bed for a bit, unable to shake off the memories and not knowing how I would face Elora. Not that I regret it because Zara is all I want right now, but Elora was still a card I could use if things don’t go my way. I wasn’t in love with Elora, never had been, and now that Zara had come back–powerful, more radiant, and untouchable, Elora felt more and more like a shadow I was too reluctant to chase.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

Alexey's POV. Two weeks since I've been in this gigantic mansion and my hands haven't even touched a broom or a mopping rag to clean. “What's happening? Am I in some kind of danger?” I thought, seated on my large-sized bed. The creaking sound of the door as it opened shook me out of my thoughts, I quickly grabbed the book beside me and pretended to be reading. Alpha Elijah walked in with a smile on his face, he knew what I was doing.

Im a useless girl who does nothing but just household works but however he shouldn't speak so low of me. The silence took over the place and suddenly I was pushed and pinned into the seat. My eyes were closed due to the sudden movement. However, I could feel the strong muscular hands gripping my wrist strongly and the warmth of the well built body just above mine. He was hovering above me. I tried to move but couldn't as his grip was stronger than iron chains.

“Any progress?” He scratched the back of his head, coming towards me. “The combination of runes and potions is difficult to understand because we haven’t faced it before but thankfully…” He pulled out the Book of the Undead—a shiver tingling my spine on sighting it—and opened it to the blank page… except it wasn’t so much of a blank page anymore. Faded, undetectable words, were displaying it and my heart leaped. “…you have me.” “How long will it take?” My head was spinning and I had to hold the table down to not fall.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

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