You Were The First Book Novels & Stories

The Pen of Beginnings rose into the air. It circled the notebook once... then rested gently upon its first page. Without touching it... golden letters appeared. Every choice creates another world. The moment the sentence was completed... one empty shelf trembled. A single book slowly appeared. Its cover shimmered with silver light. The title read: The First Line Adrian stared. "The chapter we just lived..." The girl nodded happily. "It became a story." Another shelf glowed. Then another. Books began appearing throughout the endless library. Every decision.

My bones ached, stiff from the long hours and the strain of watching events move faster than they should have. The books from the Sisterhood archives waited where I had left them, spread across the oak table. Their pages were worn thin. The ink had faded, but the meaning had not. I reached for the first volume. Its leather binding had once shone silver-white. Time had dulled it to gray. The title was written in an older tongue, one few could still read. In simpler words, it was called The First Awakening. I opened it with care. My fingers moved along familiar lines. I had memorized these words long ago, but memory alone could not guide us now.

Every single person who opened this book became a part of its story. My Quarterback Alpha was my first journey here, and whether you stayed for one chapter or all the way to the end, I am grateful that you gave my Ravens a chance. Please leave a like, comment and I hope you can please leave a final review on the home page of the book, I would really apprecite it!💚

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How in the world could it have such a fast turnaround? “Imagine my surprise to see it written by… anonymous.” “Anyone could have written that,” I say, despite knowing how defensive it sounds. Cynthia wouldn’t have called me if she’d been unsure of the real author. “I’ve been your best friend how long? I’ve read your work, I know your style,” Cynthia says. “This is all you, Esther.” I rub the sleep away from one of my eyes. I don’t bother denying it. “Wait… you said the front page?”

Gaia's speech was interrupted as she was confused to call the woman beside her mother. "Just call me Sister Dara, Gaia," Mona said to which the girl nodded in understanding. "Greetings, sister Dara. I'm Gaia, the first child of Mona's mother," said the girl, to which Dara nodded in return, the woman immediately wrote something on paper and gave it to Gaia. (You're really beautiful, just like her mother,) Gaia smiled as she read the letters, then she realized something. "Sorry, brother. Can't you talk?" Gaia asked looking at Dara who looked down and then looked up again and smiled a little, she immediately nodded in response.

Felecia whispered through pants of pain "Now we are getting to the good part. Since this new naive generation have no idea who the damned are, I'll do the honors of telling them.”

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

[1st month of book release date] Abigail's pov - I sat in my cozy study, surrounded by the comforting embrace of books lining the shelves. Soft light spilled from the desk lamp, casting a warm glow on the worn pages of my notebook. The success of "Fragrance of Love" had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken.