Words Of Book の小説・ストーリー

It's better than standing, much less sitting in his warm armchair. - Associations are called, - as if nothing had happened, I continued. - I call you a word, and you tell me what you associate with it. Let's? I put my finger to my chin thoughtfully. - How do you like this word: diamonds. A simple word of just six letters slashed through the air and hung like an axe. Op! There's a reaction! Arthur took turns looking at the courier Alyosha, who was well known to him and, probably, no less famous thanks to the spectacular coloring of the helmet of a mercenary from a gang that had once been in the service of the owner of the city, and stopped at me.

Lex in his full voice he exclaimed those words. Liam glance around him with Lex and they are really lots of them but Liam can take care of himself, he just don't want to fight with Lex. But even though he is the leader of the green eyes clan, he can still be done by those numbers of Alpha black around. "Try to relax Lex, I am not here to fight with you or dare to kill you. It's not into my system right now." Liam exclaimed when he turned his head and glance at Lex. Lex look vividly at him staring his green eyes, can't even think what Liam has been thinking because he has deep thoughts that Lex can't read.

I wanted to be enraged but I didn't understand how to feel about a book laughing at me. After what seemed like forever, the book stopped and laid back on the table. "'What is the secret word?"' the book said, with traces of laughter in its voice. I didn't have time for the book's games. I had less than 30 hours to train and prepare myself for the challenge. The book wasn't helping matters. I said the next thing that came to my mind. "Alizon. The gem of Alizon." The book kept quiet then flipped its pages open. It stopped at one and words began to appear on them. Once that was done, a mist of glow came out from the book.

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?

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

One catches my attention, its title still legible beneath the grime. Book of Prophecy: The Witches’ Oracle. The words stir something in me. Prophecy. Oracle. Strange, heavy terms that feel both hollow and important. I flip it open. The first page is blank. The second, torn. The rest, scrawled in symbols I do not understand, curving letters that look more like marks than words. They mean nothing to me. Useless scratches. Until a small slip of paper falls from between the pages. I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read.

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?

The Book didn't speak in words. It spoke in feelings—a pull beneath my ribs, a warmth that spread through my chest, a whisper that sounded like my own voice but older. I woke in the deepest dark, the room cold and still, my heart already pounding. The Book was on my desk where I'd left it, but it was open now, its pages turning without wind. I sat up slowly, my breath misting in the air, and I watched the silver script shift and rearrange itself like water finding a new path.

That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight — and a voice calling softly: > Liora … remember. --- The Hidden Book Years passed. Liora became quiet, thoughtful. The other children loved her, but they didn’t understand her. She often wandered to the ruins at the edge of the village — a crumbling temple swallowed by vines. Inside, she found an old, dust-covered book. Its cover was etched with one word: Remembrance. When she opened it, the pages glowed faintly. The words rearranged themselves into light as she read.

The book seemed to have come alive under his touch. “What is this?” Lyon whispered, his voice laced with fear and awe. Buy he couldn't stop himself. As he opened the book, the pages seemed to turn on their own and finally stopped on a particular page and his eyes were drawn to the text and as he traced his fingers on it they words seemed to glow under his touch. The words had come alive almost as if they were speaking to him. Immediately, the energy in the room changed as he began to read the words.