Bedlam Book Novels & Stories

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

For her beauty was the main deal - not education. "It's alright if you don't know about this book. I'll explain," Liam said and he held up the book cover for her to see. “This is what I’m reading—Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. It’s about the conflict between science and religion.” Isla nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She found herself captivated by Liam’s sensual lips as he spoke, the way they moved with each word, and the intensity of his gaze. His handsome face was mesmerizing, and she couldn’t help but admire him as he explained the book’s themes.

he muttered to himself, surveying the cameras again as he waited for a call. Time seemed to pass slowly, and Kaidën needed to stretch his legs. He got out of the car and took a few steps around it. Just as he was about to turn back, a woman came running down the street, holding a snarling, furry creature in her hand. The sight was like a spear to Kaidën's heart, and he dropped to his knees, folding into himself. His ears rang, his body shook, and his fingers trembled as the woman and the animal drew closer. The snarls grew louder, and Kaidën's heart thumped wildly in his chest. He felt himself losing his mind, consumed by the chaos that had been unleashed.

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

Lyra POV I knew something was wrong before the door opened. Not the normal kind of wrong. Not the quiet, heavy feeling the dungeon always had. This one felt… rushed. Like the air itself was moving too fast. I sat up on the small bed, my eyes fixed on the door. Footsteps. Not slow. Not steady. Fast. Then— The door burst open. I jumped back, my heart slamming against my chest so hard it hurt. It wasn’t the woman knight.

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

he muttered. No one knew to who his apology is directed, Ryan or Jadmine. "I guess all the misunderstanding has been cleared," Stella said. "Any misunderstanding that has not been settled should be after this meeting," she said starting at Kelvin and Jasmine. "To the prophecy, she began. I was to tell you about the appearance of the book but thank goodness you already know who the book has chosen. So I will go straight to the prophecy". They adjusted themselves to listen to what Stella wanted to say. "The appearance of the book is the appearance of evil. Many will go after the book. Many will covet it. You must destroy the book in a cave with the ever-burning fire. You must cross the seven r