Wilted Book Novels & Stories

Around Astar himself. "...will never understand the danger we hide." The battlefield fell utterly silent. Then Maya smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. Nor a cruel one. It was simply… Sad. "You know..." Her fingers gently brushed one of the black blossoms. "King Valir once called me..." She paused. "...a defect." Grey's heart clenched. "Because every flower I touched..." The blossom beneath her fingertips slowly began to shrivel. "...withered." Her eyes lifted to meet Astar's. "He called me..." Another flower blackened. "...the Wilted Flower."

I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood. “No way!” I watched in amazement as the book glowed and words began to appear on the pages of the book. As the words completely appeared, I began reading the content on the pages. It was more of a history book than anything else. There was something inside here about a prophecy, but what caught my attention is the name of the person being mention the most. Adelina Illezra. Huh?

"Ales! W-we'll get you another book! Hmm? How about it?" "Nyo! Bwothew wuined dwa bwook!" (No! Brother ruined the book!) She answered between cries. Aimilios then offered the book in his hands. "H-How about this?" Alesteria shook her head violently. "Nyo! Dwat ish bwothew's bwook!" (No! That is brother's book!) 'Besides, why would I need a book about political warfare?! Why does he have that book anyway?!'

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

"Veronica Leech once came to my office with a very old book that had several torn pages. While she discussed with me about the contract, I noticed the book and asked her about it because it looked very old and ratty. She simply shrugged me off and said it was a family cooking recipe book that her grandmother had passed on to her. You see, I wasn't convinced but I let it slide anyway" Liam said, running his fingers through his hair. "What was the name of the book?" I asked. "The twin moons" ********

He let out a sigh before reaching behind a throw pillow and pulled out the book of Hecate and placed it on the coffee table. "Your teacher believes you can decipher your vision a bit better with some assistance through that." He gestured to the book. Willow's eyes lit up as she gazed down at the book, carefully picking it up like it was a newborn child. She ran her fingers over the cover and the binding so delicately. He felt himself shiver as he watched, surprising himself.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

Legends of the End Times. Okay. A little on the nose. She pulled it out. The book snapped open like it had been waiting for her. Pages fluttered violently — way too violently for the still air. Most were gone. Torn out. Clean edges, not ragged. Deliberate. Only one page remained. Scrawled in handwriting that wasn't printed: She will bloom when all else dies. Aria stared. The ink bled at the edges. Not like water damage. Like tears.

The Mirabella library was steeped in a rich aroma of well-worn leather and hidden mysteries, its ancient shelves lined with tomes that whispered secrets of ages past. Autumn paced restlessly before the grand hearth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across her features, illuminating the pages of the Book of the Veilwalker. The sigil emblazoned in silver on the open page pulsed gently with a faint light, almost as if it were alive, its allure anchoring her attention like a siren's call.