Wilted Book Novels & Stories

He would be back soon though to make lunch. Lilian didn't have anything else to do so she headed to the library. She wasn't sure she was going to find any other good books because she had searched previously. But it wouldn't hurt to try. She looked carefully through the vast collection but couldn't find anything that caught her fancy. She looked at the desk and found the book on seduction that she had previously picked up but forgot to take with her the day that Antonio brought her the buns. She picked it up and took it with her to her room. She flipped through the pages but didn't see what the big deal with the book was anyway. She had however known that it was best not to judge a book by i

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

"Let me burn it for you, so you can stop dreaming about money that never existed." One by one, I tossed in his military manuals, letters, and then his clothes into the fire. The flames caught and climbed. Josh instinctively stepped forward to stop me, but hesitated—his face turning pitch-black—as he forced himself to stay still. Finally, I picked up the gifts he'd given me over the years and tossed them into the heart of the fire. "Riley!" he burst out, a strangled sound. "Those were from Josh! How could you?"

All I wanted was silence. And the library—smug, dark, and lined with leather-bound delusions, Wilbet’s might I add—was the one place no one would dare look for me. The kind of room that existed for appearances, not use. The scent of old paper and wood was reassuring, if I didn’t think too hard about it. I ran a hand along the spines until I found a familiar title. The Economics of Prestige. Typical. Wilbet loved to decorate shelves with things he didn’t read. As if intellect could be bought and dusted. The fool.

I needed to figure out how to deal with Wilfred as soon as possible before Flora knew something was up. “So you don’t know?” I asked her. “Yes. But, I once read from a book burning the object will eventually make the rune disappear with the object.” “Burn, it is.” Without no choice, I lifted Wilfred’s body, then looked at Violette from the corner of my eyes. “Can you walk?” “Yes.” “Let’s go. I know a perfect place to burn trash.” ***

I hugged the her immediately “You came,” I whispered. “You know I would.” She answered. And in her hands, wrapped carefully was the book. She unwrapped it and my breath caught. My mother didn’t speak, she just simply let the cloth fall away. The air charged more. The pressure could be felt. Kael had a horrified face staring at the book. It was entwined in vines— Blood vines. The raw power from the book pressed against my skin, my lungs, my bones—everywhere.

In some cases, she just scanned the spines, when visible. After another hour or so, Caitlin, her back killing her, on her hands and knees, reached the far wall. At the very bottom of one of the tallest stacks, she yanked out one particularly large and heavy book—and as she did, the entire stack came crashing down around her; she quickly covered her head as the mountain collapsed, and got out of the way just before being completely crushed. The books finally settled in a huge cloud of dust, and she looked up, dazed and confused. She felt like she wanted to cry.

Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

Camela tightened her grip on his sleeve as she glanced at the library in fear. “They’re…whispering,” she muttered. Vincent nodded and squinted his eyes, trying to get a clear sight of something that had caught his attention “These are not just books; they’re memories…buried and forgotten ones,” he whispered Suddenly, a book fell from the shelf beside them with a loud thud, and its cover burst open with blood seeping from its pages. Camela’s stomach churned as the words bled onto the paper and dripped on the floor, forming letters that ran red and shaped themselves into words that weren’t written in just ink anymore.