A Cry In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

It certainly deserves the title of 'best'. Why does Cryx have this? Well, it is a really good book, so why should I be surprised? Eh? "What's this?" I mumbled and put my Aunt's book down. The other book was all read, there were no words written on it to indicate what kind of book it was, all I know was that it was thick. I slowly grasped the book and opened the book. "Holy banana!" I shrieked and threw the book as far as possible. It was a you know what kind of book! I need bleach! Holy water! I want to unsee this madness!

Suddenly, I am on the ground. I try to lift myself. I look around the room. Dirt and grime are everywhere. I'm in an old stone cell. I'm locked in. I want to cry. But I can't. I can barely breathe. I look around. All I can see is darkness. Fading... Fading... Fading. Then a voice. Sinister. Cruel. It comes from the bars of my cell. I squint. I try to focus through the fog in my mind.

“You aren’t the oldest king to find his mate. You shouldn’t worry too much. It might help getting out of the library though.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Thanks, Thomas.” I pulled the books he brought to me and filed through the pages. My eyes roamed through the books, flipping through each of them as I followed the timeline. 'Christian Darkry was a a terrible Alpha.' I chuckled. 'Yes, he was. He sold children to the BloodHunter Coven. Every time one of his pack mates, he raped them first. Honestly, we saw this kind of shit in the dark ages of our kind.'

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

Jane’s lips moved soundlessly, maybe a prayer. One by one, they went. Each girl walking up on legs that barely held them. I watched them press trembling hands to that dark cover, listened to their voices, some stumbling through the words as if they could outrun the meaning. Others seemed almost desperate, tears streaking down their cheeks, voices breaking. Each time, the silver clasps on the book glowed with a faint, eerie light. The air thickened, twisting in on itself until it felt like trying to breathe through wet cloth. I wanted to run. My feet itched to turn and flee through the doors, down the hall, anywhere that wasn’t here. But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere they wouldn’t drag me

I gave into the darkness as it enclosed and took over me. ~*~ Who else is crying or about to😩😭? Lemme know what you think of this chapter! Anna.

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

ELENA “Don’t come crying to me when they throw you out.” My aunt didn’t even look away from the television when she said it. The room smelled like burnt oil and stale smoke. Empty medicine bottles sat on the table beside a cold cup of tea she clearly forgot about hours ago. The curtains were faded brown, letting in weak morning light that made everything look worse than it already was. I tightened my grip on my bag strap. “I’m not going to get thrown out,” I said.