Black Scripture Novels & Stories

"He is evil because you are good, we need to ruin your good girl image... He thinks you are serene, calm, collective and angel fallen from heaven... Let's show him your devil's side..." Sayesha smirked. "What are you thinking?" Vera frowned, she knows that Sayesha is chaos. Vera gasped when Sayesha grabbed her purse and pulled out the black card which Vlad has placed in her purse forcefully. "I knew it will here.." "I am not using his money for anything...." Vera shook her head. "If you are not using then I will..." Sayesha grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the caffe. "It's been long I haven't done shopping..."

a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

In the center of the room stood a massive stone pedestal holding an open, iron-bound book with glowing silver runes carved into its pages. The prince released my hand, slamming his palm directly against the side of the pedestal. A deep, groaning rumble vibrated through the mountain. The heavy stone floor beneath our boots shifted sideways, opening a dark, vertical fissure in the rock wall that revealed a pale sliver of real, moonlit night sky from the outer cliffs. "The cliffside escape," the prince breathed out, turning to me with a fierce, triumphant grin. "Outside the pack's outer wards. Beyond their scent-lines."

Is it true that Sahira is an angel sent by God and gave me a mission? "Okay, I think I believe it. I will follow your request." Because there was no other choice, I had to obey her words. I walked five meters to the right. Then I opened the ancient black book. Even the book is black. Only the writing is gold. I opened the first page. 1. Fight the remaining werewolves in the Red Moon pack. When I wanted to open the second sheet I couldn't. As if the sheet was locked. Strangely, a book like this seems to have a key.

My short discussion with my Lycan has shaken me a little, but I will not let it get in my way of this trial. “Supreme Alpha Ambrose, you speak of the scriptures. Will you please share these so-called scriptures that none of us have come across?” Philip sneers. My eyes flash and I turn sharply. “You may be part of the high court, but you will remember that you are speaking to the king.” I snarl, disliking his attitude. He backs away and I sneer at the fear that flashes across his face, he knows I can kill him in a flash. “It’s fine.” Dad frowns. “I speak of the very scriptures that we all know of! The scriptures of our Goddess and our birth. Ones that may be forgotten to most or brushed upon,

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

Apparently, the experience was like having your soul sucked out of your body. The story of the Black Spirit imprisoned inside Diego Reed went way back before she was even born. The first Black Spirit host in Theronia, known as a Pnevma, was her grandmother, Lady Mord Kross, who could control that unstable Dark Energy. Legend had it that said she had lived years as a happy Pnevma because she was gifted. When her body became weak due to old age, the Black Spirit forced its way out of her and that’s how she passed away. Back then, Mord’s daughter Aaliyah was expecting a baby with the king. The spirit roamed the cities of Theronia for weeks causing destruction until Queen Aaliyah Reed and King

he asked pointing out the obvious. "No", Bartimaeus answered shocking Sasha slightly, "Black would be an obvious color, but black usually has some positive implications, such as strength, authority, elegance, formality, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors to have depth and variation of hue. It's actually quite a prestigious color, however people always associate it with evil and darkness", he sighed, "But that's human. I've learned, discrimination based on color, just seems normal", he shrugged accepting.

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

Through the blue light, the ink seemed to rise off the page, change shape, and then became clear text. Ancient Latin. Age-old, but readable. "I can see it," I breathed, my heart beating against my ribs. "It's... it's a blueprint." "Translate," Marcus Blackthorn ordered, leaning forward, his glass of scotch forgotten in his hand. I scanned the page. The illustrations were horrific.....sketches of human bodies being stretched, hollowed out, and filled with black ink.