Black Scripture Novels & Stories

The three Blakes watched as the energies were consumed by the darkness and observed the elder as if he was waiting for something to happen, and they didn’t have to wait long. A significant fluctuation occurred, and then a blinding light with a mighty shockwave threw all three Blakes back a few feet, but they were uninjured. The elder stood in the exact spot and was unaffected by the blast. Then, a strange phenomenon occurred as scripture letterings became visible over the designated area. “The scripture of creation, so it is true as the legends proclaimed.” The elder exclaimed excitedly and laughed as if he had witnessed the unbelievable. “Sir, I’m sorry, but what is the creation scripture?

It was the sound of a world being unmade, the protest of ancient systems being forced to acknowledge a new, bloody authority. Kael groaned, his face draining of color until he looked like one of the marble statues that used to line the upper archives. His hand was fused to the obsidian lock of the Black Ledger, his red, human blood being siphoned into the ancient parchment. The book didn't just drink; it hungered. The deep crimson spread across the black pages like a blurred sunset, turning the ink of the old laws into a wet, glistening sludge. "Kael!" Kaden shouted. He lunged forward to brace the falling man, but a crackle of black lightning hissed from the pedestal, throwing him back.

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

Far away, under the ruins of an ancient temple in another realm.... Alessia's fingers brushed across cold stone. The chamber she stood in was silent, untouched by time. Dust floated like ghostly snowflakes in the shafts of blue light streaming through cracks in the wall. Her lantern flickered, throwing trembling shadows on the runes carved into the walls. And there it was. "The Great Black Book". It rested upon a pedestal of bone-white marble, its cover carved with intertwining serpents and a single crimson gem pulsing faintly in the center.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

The "Author’s Study" was a sanctuary of woodsmoke and old leather, a space that existed in the "Negative Space" between the stories. The shelves that stretched into the infinite were packed with "Bound Histories"—thousands of volumes titled THE BLACKWOOD PACK: SECTOR 4. Silas and Lyra stood on a rug of woven starlight, their forms slowly regaining their "Biological Density" in the presence of the Source.

" His eyes widened in awe before the lights late him up. These were the last words spoken by them and heard by Pete, indeed, his journey began. Resounding hammers of heavy drum buds clashing against drum tabs flashed the scene into nothingness as the lights faded. The twinkle of an eye brought all lost, back into existence as what now that was seen was the dark clouds. Heavy and the entrance of darkness was made known across all corners of the scene by the music that played on, "Paint It Black BY Ciara." The book written by the witch Morgana and the Man of Wisdom, Arakah and handed down to the mother of Maria suddenly levitated giving off the vibes of villainy.

“There's a way to stop Rhaegal. It's all in there,” I sighed, taking his words with a big doubt. “How could such a book exist yet I know nothing about it?” “It's too small to be noticed. Most times overlooked,” he remarked. I started my way down the rows and columns of the shelves. “What more do you know about this book?” Silas’s eyes followed my every move as he spoke, voice steady but urgent. “It isn’t thick, barely the size of your palm. Black cover, no title, only a wolf’s crest etched faintly in silver. It doesn’t sit with the other histories, it hides in plain sight, usually between older ledgers.”

She fumbled it into the lock and twisted. Clack. The tumblers gave way with a heavy, oily thud. Lina lifted the lid. "Well?" Sophia prompted, her voice tight. Lina shone her light inside. No gold. No letters. Just a single, leather-bound ledger, its spine cracked like old bone. "It’s an accounting book," Lina whispered, flipping through pages of dense, handwritten ink. "Logistics, Soph. Dates, weights, coordinates. It’s not just money—it’s the cargo."

Black Crimson Copyright © 2021 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com