World Stories Book Novels & Stories

She walks us all into the conference room. She sets the book down on the table. "My mother used to tell me stories. Stories of a great prophecy that would rise a kingdom out of the ashes to rule over all. Hundreds of years ago, the only pack that ran these woods were Dragons. They disappeared until my father found this book. He ruled by it." Luke rolls his eyes. "Here we go." Alexi squints at him. "What?" He throws his hands to out to the side.

Annie spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on some work for the following week as Hugh lay on the sofa reading the book that he had borrowed from her house, he found the chapter on Werewolves and started to read. “You sell this in the human world?” asked Hugh. “It tells them everything about us, how to hurt and kill us, isn’t that dangerous?” Annie looked round at him. “No, that book was published by wolf publishers for the wolf world. I wrote two versions, one for us and one for the humans.” “There are wolf publishers?” he looked surprised.

’, I thought and rolled my eyes. . “Fine.”, Dada finally agreed after a lot of persuasion from me. . . Once I reached the library, I started looking for the book having details of all kinds of creatures in the world. And thankfully, my research ended after half an hour. This is a magical book that gets updated automatically along with time, just as Wikipedia in g****e terms. I quickly read all the pages of those creatures about whom I already knew like Nephilim, Demon, Angels, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Dragons, and Vampires.

"And I am that wolf?" "Perhaps. Perhaps you are the one who will write the stories that have not yet been told." I was silent, absorbing the weight of its words. "What stories are waiting to be told?" "The stories of the future. The wolves who have not yet been born. The worlds that have not yet been created. They are all waiting. They are all hoping." "Hoping for what?" "Hoping that someone will remember them before they exist. Hoping that someone will carry them into being." I emerged from the Library of Lost Stories with a new purpose.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Blazewing's eyes lit up instantly. I told him everything about my past life—the way Snowviper had tortured me, drained my blood every single day, and eventually killed me. Blazewing looked stunned. "No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?"

A thing that didn't exist yet. She wove the story of a traveler who came from a far-off world of green forests and gentle streams. This traveler arrived in this chaotic place and was not afraid. Instead, the traveler was amazed. They saw the beauty in the crystal desert, the life in the jungle, the wonder in the floating city, the peace in the ocean. The traveler didn't see four worlds fighting. They saw one world of incredible, impossible diversity. They saw a masterpiece. She poured this story into the Loom and let it flow out into the chaotic world, not directed at any one reality, but as a gift to all of them.

She responded without moving, and in the same mood as mine. I do not know what she meant by those words of hers; was it that his father did not actually read it, or was it the fact that these poetic lyrics of freedom and history inscribed in this book is ought to mislead people? I wondered as certain words from the book overlapped in my mind; dragons, enemy, slay, love, harmony, and peace. I read it myself, and I can’t even keep my stomach from turning from the detail that it never mentioned dragons being the first rulers of this world. And they knew us as some hollow and untamed creatures that wreck people’s houses and destroy their rich lands.

Curiosity gets the better of her, and she picks it up, flipping through the pages. The book is a collection of stories, some of which Danielle recognizes from her own world. But as she reads on, she realizes that these stories have been twisted and darkened to suit the tastes of the vampire readers. The heroes have become villains, and the villains have become even more malevolent. It's a grim reminder that she is in a world where nothing is as it seems.

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce