Novel & Cerita Best Paranormal/urban Fantasy Books

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

The whole town was like a ghost town after the murder of Pili Marci, the Reid's nanny and one of their long time servant. Even Detective McClain couldn't solved the town's killing mystery. Everyone gone missing and killed by what that called a wild beast or what they called vampires. Some said that they looked like human and you can't tell who's and who's not. I took a deep breath and rested my body for a bit. I had no idea what happened next. I just closed my eyes then I heard a female voice inside my head. "Raquel" "Raquel" I moved my body as a sign that I acknowledge her presence.

He was about to attach his sinful lips on mine until. BANG. The door got roughly opened making my eyes snapped open. My head shot towards the door as I got a little light of hope but it also fades away when I witnessed a ragging beast breathing heavily as his eyes were glaring at Jack with his red demonic eyes ready to kill someone. Damon. There is always a bright morning after a dark night Don't let your hopes die because the one whose listening to you wouldn't let you down.

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels: Blue Moon Bed & Breakfast A Bear’s Mirrored Romance Stay tuned for new novels soon.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

"We might be witches, strong and powerful, but Alexander, who has lived for centuries, is not just any vampire. He is a demonic vampire, and he stops at nothing to get what he wants." Helen rubbed her palms together. "Please, elders, let the ritual begin..." Geraldine walked away from them. "You all should follow me to my altar." She left the living room, and they all followed her to a secret room located underground. Geraldine led the witches into her underground altar. They stood around a clay pot burning with fire. The room was lit by candles of various colors placed in every nook and cranny. Skulls of animals, including a human, hung around the room. Though neat, it looked very eerie. In