Amish Mysteries Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice laced with concern. She couldn't explain it, couldn't articulate the chilling encounter. All she could do was point towards the shadows, her voice caught in her throat. The feeling of being watched remained, heavier now, more menacing, a chilling reminder that something dark and mysterious lurked beneath the surface of Dawnsville's seemingly harmless eccentricities. The mystery of Amelia's disappearance was now intertwined with a more sinister enigma, a chilling game of shadows and secrets that threatened to engulf them both.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

“Hmm, I can handle it. At least… we can make use of this sudden marriage of my mom’s.” “Lila, didn’t you sleep last night? Your face looks tired and your eyes are red. Did that guy bother you?” “Oh, you always catch me. No, it wasn’t Ryan. I had a weird dream, and I heard a word in a language I’ve never heard before… Râ… Râmiki.” Adam looked at her sharply—more sharply than she had ever seen on his face—then quickly put his calm smile back on. “Do you remember what I told you, Lila?”

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

There were six months of training, it was there, where she started to lose her innocence, she met her flatmate who, until she got there, he was a boy from a Catholic colony, he wanted to find out some questions, he was different, she wanted to learn about the world. So, she who was a simple Amish started drinking, smoking, less drugging, but she had stayed there for six months, knowing the place, her roommate, who was a loose boy, was totally different. That week she passed the test, after 1 month of training, she was admitted. He lived in this new city, called Lovecraft, where this was the supernatural city, where mystery, pleasures and monsters and passion reign. According to stories that

If he ever found out I was cheating, he would destroy me. My phone vibrated on the coffee table. A message from Rosaline lit up the screen. “I couldn’t find anything suspicious on Amara. She’s a mystery. Barely any online history, no scandals, nothing. It’s like she was born rich and clean.” Clean. Perfect. Untouchable. Bullshit. No one is that perfect.

AMELIA Lucius struggled to start telling me the story of his sigil, but I waited patiently. I wanted to know why it came and went, and why it appeared now. He drew a deep breath and let it go slowly. “A few months after you died, I had constantly dreamed of you dying. It was a nightmare for weeks. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to sleep, and it drove me crazy. One of the elders told me about a Shaman. I tracked him for a week and found him in Asia, in Mongolia. He was retired, peacefully living in the forest, but the people there accused him of practicing witchcraft. I saved him before they could shoot him with arrows.”

She and her husband had banded together to blackmail Ambrose, threatening to accuse him of assault and get him locked up unless he paid them. He'd already lost me and Alexis because of Maryanne. Now, alone and ruined, how could he stand to be blackmailed by her as well? So, he chose to take Maryanne and her family down with him. They said the scene was gruesome—far too horrible to look at. I didn't attend Ambrose's funeral, nor did I tell Alexis what had happened. He'd atoned for his sins in his own way. I supposed this was the best ending he could have had.

Why would my mother believe that? The kerosene lamp flickered, casting a dim glow over everyone. Suddenly, my mother grabbed her phone, as though she had just remembered something. I didn’t know who she was calling until I heard her speak. “Solomon, guess what my eyes are seeing right now…” She paused, listening, before continuing. “It’s just as you said, Ami ran away with a man, and now she’s back with a child after almost two years. Thank God she didn’t take that oath you warned her about. If not for you, she would have died from the curse of the shrine.”

“Hey, we just wanna document things, if you don’t mind. That’s what we do, right? Document paranormal events.” I snorted under my breath, accepting the steamy mug Amy handed me. “How’s everything upstairs?” I asked her. “Told you it’d work. She’s contained in the circle and the holy water weakened her. She should be quiet until nightfall.” “Meaning we need more holy water,” said Trisha, cooking for all of us like she’d been born in a busy bistro kitchen. “So what’s next?” asked Isaac from behind the camera. I shrugged. “Amy needs to see her doctor and I’d need to go to the Blotter Foundation, to see if I can find any kind of historic record that could help us confirm or refute Cristine’s lin