Mysterious Library

By Sahara S. Stone

"Mysterious Library"  Set in a realm where magic intertwines with destiny, the novel follows the forbidden love between two souls bound by fate yet torn apart by circumstance. Against a backdrop of political intrigue and looming darkness, With skillfully navigates themes of love, sacrifice, and resilience, weaving a narrative that captivates the heart and stirs the soul.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sunflower
• Release date: Mar 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224694853

Book preview

Chapter 1: Introducing Ariadne

The air in the Tenebris Library was heavy with smelling ancient parchment and forgotten secrets. Ariadne stood amidst the towering shelves, her fingers trailing over leather-bound spines as she searched for respite from the monotony of her daily routine. Her hazel eyes scanned the rows of books, seeking solace in the knowledge they held within their pages.

As the afternoon sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished wooden floor, Ariadne’s gaze fell upon an old and weathered tome nestled in the shadows of the far corner. Intrigued by its worn cover and mysterious aura, she approached it with cautious curiosity.

The book seemed to call out to her, its ancient whispers echoing in the recesses of her mind. With trembling hands, Ariadne lifted the heavy volume from its resting place, feeling a strange energy thrumming beneath her fingertips. As she flipped through the pages, she found herself drawn deeper into its arcane contents.

Strange, she murmured to herself, her voice above a whisper. I’ve seen nothing like this before.

Ariadne’s heart quickened with excitement as she delved further into the forbidden tome, her eyes widening with each passing revelation. Ancient incantations and esoteric rituals leaped from the pages, tantalizing her with promises of power and forbidden knowledge.

Lost in the depths of the book, Ariadne failed to notice the shadows shifting around her, or the subtle change in the air that heralded something otherworldly.

Suddenly, a chill swept through the library, causing Ariadne to shiver. She looked up from the book, her senses tingling with an unfamiliar presence. That’s when she saw it—a flicker of movement in the darkness, like a wisp of smoke coalescing into form.

A figure emerged from the shadows, its features obscured by the dim light. Ariadne’s breath caught in her throat as she watched, transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away from the ethereal being before her.

Who... who are you? she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fascination.

The figure stepped closer, its form becoming more defined with each passing moment. Ariadne could see now that it was not human, nor was it spirit. It existed somewhere in between, straddling the line between life and death.

I am Elysian, the figure said, its voice a haunting echo that reverberated through the library. And you, dear Ariadne, have summoned me.

Ariadne’s pulse quickened at the sound of her name on Elysian’s lips. She