Evolve Bookshelf の小説・ストーリー

The Administrator’s form contracted, screens and pages drawing tighter, code‑threads coiling. Then it struck. Whole rows of shelves around the clearing jerked to life, wrenching themselves up from the ground like they were on invisible hinges. Hundreds of books spilled forward; the first shelf tipped fully over, slamming down in a chain reaction. Like dominoes. “Move!” Jax shouted. We scattered. Corvin grabbed my arm and yanked me clear as a wall of falling shelves slammed into the spot where I’d been standing. The impact shook the stone under our feet, a booming crack that sent up a storm of loose pages and splintered wood.

"Human biology doesn't work like that." "Human biology doesn't involve clones and genetic archiving, does it?" Doc shoved my hand off. "Elinor didn't just want a successor. She wanted a fast-track. This child isn't just a baby. It’s a biological weapon. A living library of the Blackwood sequence." "I can't carry a weapon." Evangeline sat up. She retched. A thin line of bile ran down her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand. "I won't."

This room had definitely not seen visitors in a long, long time. I walked over to the main table and began scanning through the shelves labeled lineage, hybrids, visions, divine fate… and finally—children. Something about that section made my heart pound. I pulled the thick leather-bound book titled Offsprings of Celestial Merge and sat down, brushing off the dust. The pages were old and brittle, with ink that had faded to a rusty brown. Some of the writing was in ancient tongue, some in shorthand used by pack elders, but I could make it out.

Something struck me as I browsed through the shelf: every single book we had in my bookstore back in the human world was on the shelf. How come? What manner of coincidence was that? It was as if someone had transferred the entire bookstore to his room. I ignored it and continued browsing until I saw an unfamiliar book. My hand reached for it and dragged it out from the back of the shelf. “The prophecy of a Luna Reborn?” I read aloud as I stared at the cover. It was nothing extravagant in design or aesthetics. It looked like a diary that was written by someone to another person. The fonts were neatly written along the lines of the book.

Ah, such a huge difference! The rows of books that rested peacefully and neatly on the high shelves, the majestic chandelier, the red carpet that seemed even more expensive than Evelyn's car, the chairs and table made from walnut. It felt like she had entered another world where all the residents were called books. She saw that each or a group of shelves had special tags that made it easier to identify what one wanted. She thought back to what she wanted to be before her late father's illness. Sigh! That's in the past.

She could not fake that one. People could change faces, but they could not change their blood and bones. Evie flipped through her notes and was satisfied that she could remember the contents. Her good memory was working and she was no longer afraid of not making it to university. Evely Hunt wanted to study design, but she never got to. Evie would do it for her. She was still immersed in her notes when she felt movement on her right. Evie quickly turned to the direction of the door and saw a mandrill standing there.

The System began scanning the rows of scrolls and books, its internal mechanisms whirring as it processed the vast amount of information. After a moment, the System’s interface lit up, and a small holographic display appeared, pointing to a particular book on a high shelf. Danial’s eyes followed the display, landing on a tome with a cover adorned with intricate silver patterns. The title, written in elegant script, was "Ethereal Barrier Technique." With renewed hope, Danial carefully retrieved the book from the shelf. The cover felt cool to the touch, and the weight of the book suggested the depth of knowledge contained within. He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations

Inhaling deeply, my eyes widened as they lowered from the bell, as I smell a familiar scent I’d recognize anywhere. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I stop in my tracks. Shane stops, and when I open my eyes, they lock on something at the end of the room. I lift my chin, and my gaze travels up, up, up the tall bookshelf. Grazing over the beautiful real wood shelving, natural aesthetics, plants, and rows of books. A bookstore. Shane dragged me into a bookstore.

Shawn squealed, pulling Nate for a tight embrace that had Daniel glaring. Damn. I didn’t think he wouldn’t come after that incident in front of Reed Industries. Shawn introduced Daniel and Nate. I couldn’t get myself to tell them that Nate is Evan’s adoptive brother, for some reason. “Hey,” Nate greeted me, taking the vacant space beside me. It startled me when he pulled me for a hug, as if nothing unusual happened between us just a few days back. He keeps doing it, which only heightens the uneasiness of knowing his link with Evan.