Words In A Book Novels & Stories

Knudlac went to his desk and sat down, leaving the four children puzzled. They were confused, but only until they followed Elizabeth’s lead ... until they looked down at the pages of the book and began to understand the letters. When the girl looked in the magic book, everything seemed much clearer than the water of the cleanest spring. When she touched a word with her finger, trying to read it, that word turned into a wonderful and clear picture of what it meant.

[ A L I N A ' S P O V ] Words. Too many words. Too many sentences and yet my eyes couldn't concentrate and grasp any of it. Narrowing my eyes, I made myself comfortable with the book, leaned back and took a deep breath. Start again. Forcing myself, I tried to pay attention to the letters inscribed in the second para of the book and was reading through it when again, my concentration halted and I drifted off to some other part, some other nightmare.

Probably because the shelf was old and creaky; any part of it could be affected if I touch any other. As I raised my hand to put back the book in its shelf, I noticed the book seemed different from the others. It was blue, and had blue stones on it. “hmmm.” I opened the book, and what I read, caught my interest. *MYSTERY WORDS CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT CAN BE BROUGHT TO THE PAGES, BY FIRE.* It was weird, but I turned to the next page, and it was blank. I turned to another, and it was also blank, until I flipped the pages until the end, and realized everything was blank.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

What does that mean? Ever since I have returned I have been racking my brain about this. I stare at the tattered book of the ancient text looking for answers. The ancient text is a book on all the common phrases and words one will hear in the realm of the night. It is a language night terrors, as well as the ancients, speak.

I fell to my knees right where I was, in the hallway in front of my room and pulled out the book. The roots were gone. I blinked, scanning the book on both sides. The roots clutching the pages from every side were gone, making it look like a normal book. Did I pick up the wrong book or something? But looking at the strange languaged title I was relieved it was the right book. But where did the roots go? Or was I imagining them entirely before? Shaking my head, I turned the cover, and pages written in that strange language came to sight. Peculiar symbols like the moon, wolf heads and many others occupied most of the pages.

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.

“I’ll leave you here for now so you can study what’s inside that book.” She left me just as she had stated. I took another look at the book and noticed Aunt Pnoena carrying it. I hadn’t seen that book with her before, and from what I recall, she didn’t have anything else with her than the one book I’d seen previously. I just sat down, opened the book, and saw the words floating in front of me, which I couldn’t understand. Everything surrounds me, and I am encircled by various lights. At that moment, the letters created seemed like a riddle to me. I'm confused as it develops in front of me, and I feel dizzy.

She takes in deep breaths before bringing out the book from under her gown. 'The Ginnak's book of spells' was boldly written on the front page of the book. Her heart was beating fast, she felt she was doing wrong by taking the book without permission. But something about the book draws her attention. She opened the book, but it didn't open. Something wasn't right. She tried again but it didn't work. She turned the back of the book and discovered strange words. She looked deeper into the words but still, they remained strange to her.