Xibalba The Book Of Life Novels & Stories

Mars said, “Ask the living book. I’m sure you’re supposed to return to it or something.” I frowned, “How do you know that?” Mars chuckled, “I’m an ancient vampire, remember? I know some things. I just don’t know how the book landed in your realm, because it’s only one living book across the realms, so I’m shocked you were able to access it.” Micha said, “Has it existed in other realms before, or something?” Mars replied, “Yes, yes. Something like that. Anyways, I suggest you go to the living book right now.”

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

The Book of Life and Death would determine one's life and death. According to the legends in Ding Hao's previous life, the Book of Life and Death recorded the lifespan of all living creatures in the world. Yama could determine a person's lifespan with a single writing. It was simply a Divine Artifact that could kill without spilling blood. All living creatures in the world, whether they were overlords of a region or poor beggars, ambitious men who dominated the world, or wise men who had planned everything perfectly, would eventually die. Ding Hao gently opened the Book of Life and Death.

It had to have been Kismet. Since that moment, I had spent as much time as I could researching instances of people appearing out of nowhere and their family lines after that. This is how I found Gabriella; the goddess that had brought me an amazing cup of coffee. She wasn't actually a goddess; she was the long-lost descendant of the Princess of the Blue Draygons. And unlike me, she knew exactly who she was.

After Ayla and Rhobart completed their alxa-lotx, when she remembered the prophecy, Milton had been the first to suggest that Fire, Water, and Darkness could refer to mages. Ayla and Rhobart had spent many hours discussing it, trying to understand everything. In the Fire Monastery, when Ayla found the forgotten book, they searched for clues about Uzriel and the prophecy, but the book had yet to reveal all its secrets to her. The forgotten tome was still in her bag, together with Eude’s sketchbook, which she would burn, sketch by sketch, so that Rhobart wouldn’t get any new ideas from it. Or embarrass her with it.

But there was no way, the adults weren't around, and that Bodhisattva couldn't leave the eighteenth level of hell, so he was the only one who could receive this person. Carl held an umbrella with one hand and looked down at him, like he just remembered who the guy was. He didn't keep walking. Instead, he raised a hand—it was pale and nice-looking, kind of calm like its owner—"Give me the Book of Life and Death, I'm looking for someone." Netherworld Judge froze, his smiling face fell, and his eyes darted around. Then he thought for a moment and sighed, "Sir, you can't look at the Book of Life and Death if you're alive. Which soul are you looking for? I can check for you."

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

Leland collapsed to the ground, his body twitching violently, struggling in the final throes of life. "H-How did you find my life-bound parasite?" Leland asked in disbelief. "Because I'm the bane of all broodmancers," Cassian replied with a faint smile. "I won't let you get away with this, punk!" Leland gritted his teeth, his expression filled with hatred. "Don't bother making any more empty threats. Since your life-bound parasite is dead, you're about to die soon. I do hope you can hold out for a little longer to see how your people end up dying too, though," Cassian said.

Ramon said, his voice cracking with emotion. Both Lucas and I exchange glances and then direct our gaze toward the book in Ramon’s hand, the book that we have only heard about in legends and myths but never considered real. The book of Eklepō is said to have the power to resurrect the dead, a dark magic that could potentially change everything we thought we knew about life and death.