Bioshock Books Novels & Stories

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Sparkles was picked up by Cecily, and the two of them walked back to the fireplace with Judy. “The coffee had been laced with something. Judy, he was going to kill you!” Both of them watched as the chemical ate up the books on the shelf. Judy instinctively grasped her throat, imagining how it would have felt if her throat was being corroded instead of the books.

Scratching the back of my neck, my cheeks reddened as I looked away from Al's naked torso, "W.I.K.D is closing in on us, they set camps at night, move fast during the day," I swallowed hard, "And how do you know this?" Amber inquired, she didn't even try to hide her bitter tone, I thought long and hard, realizing I didn't get her name and she did mention not to tell my friends about us ever meeting, I wish to honor that request, she did save my life, twice, "I— I was out catching my breath when I pick up a scent.... blood, so I— followed it... They have humans as some kind of prisoners, doing bloodletting to lure us in. And—" I paused,

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

(Hirre's POV) ~In the next day~ the Tyranny Pack. "Hirre, what's now? Did you find something you needed?" Sandra, my cousin asked as she sat beside me. We were almost two hours in the massive Library but I only read a forbidden book about magic. "Yeah. This Book of Morgue matched the things that Doctor Zahard said to me." I said while continuing to read the contents. "So what did you find out?" Sandra added as she looked at me, waiting for me to reply.

he asked me and I pointed to his shelves and he looked directly at me. "I want some books concerning some poisons, I want to know somethings about them" I said to him and he was a little bit confused, I would have loved to bring it along but I can get infected with it if I'm not careful enough. He could not question me so he just did as I have said, he brought all those books about poison and opened them all one after the other for me to take a look "I would love to take this books along if you don't mind" I said to him.

She walked towards where her daughter was and she stared at her for a while before moving her eyes to Hazel. “Thank you, Hazel,” she said it like she meant it and she moved her eyes back to fall on the book of prophecy before gripping it tightly. “Caitlin! No,” Hazel expressed shock when she suddenly realized and she quickly made to save the book but she was too late as the book turned to ashes as soon as the flames engulfed it.

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

I was so exhausted that simply staying on my feet felt like a battle of its own. The hidden shelf was locked, but the key I still carried from earlier slipped into the lock as though it belonged there. I hesitated for only a heartbeat before turning it. The key turned without resistance. I blinked. Apparently, the same key opened the restricted shelves as well. The books inside were different from the rest of the library. Their bindings were darker, their titles more unsettling. Volumes on forbidden healing, curses that corrupted the body, and rituals most healers would never dare speak of aloud.

he asked. I nodded with a smile, then took another sip. "Sharon made it." River cracked a grin. He then took his share, sipping quite a lot. "Not bad," he commented. I shook my head and walked over to the small shelf above the fireplace. My fingers sorted through the books until they settled on an orange-covered book with the words XXX XXX XXX written on it. I bring it back to the sofa, keeping River company as he returns to his tablet. A few minutes later, our cups were empty, and my heart was suddenly beating faster than it should. I put the book down on my lap, then looked up at River, who I could tell from the look on his face that he was also feeling strange in his body.