Black Scripture Novels & Stories

She might have been face, her nature, her smile but no matter what she is not her. A voice came out from inside of me and I stood up against my will. My fists are getting stronger to resist but he is too strong than me. He never surfaced. Not once after she died. But now he is getting possessive over Dabria. He is the one making me forcibly call her Dabria. He wants her while I want her soul. My potion was finished this morning. As a result his powers were overpowering me. From the moment Dabria entered the room, he started resurfacing. He wants to be with her. I gripped the edge of the table as my eyes started to turn golden. Finally accepting my defeat, I let him resurface. My beast, Nyx.

AHMET headed there to examine, he opened his backpack and took out one of the three books he founded in the library. -The three books were : - the white book : is a book that explain all the types of cercle magics( seal magic cercles ,teleportation magic cercles and traps magic cercles) - the yellow book : is a book that explain the electricity magic(the highest form of magic the thunder) - the black book : is a book that explain the shadow magic and the difference between dark and shadow magic. AHMET reads the first book, he stayed there for 5 days until he finished the book, and he founded a way to remove the seal, after opened the door he founded a bracelet and black stone he approached i

Speaking to Leya, she spoke not like a woman of heart, but a woman of steel. "Tonight we stole his wealth. Tomorrow, his shame will be ours. And in good time, we'll demonstrate to the world what Samuel Blackwood can do." The sisters lay still in thickening, darkening silence. Out of anger and loss, between them, they created something new: purpose. And far away, in his glass and stone citadel, Samuel sat in darkness, a monarch over concealed wolves. The Black Ledger was. And it was only the beginning.

“Yes, I try to save you by testing my luck on that thing.” What the Black merchant said perks up his curiosity. He wants to walk and see what’s below but the feeling of a strange paper in his hand attracts his attention. “Hm?” He’s looking carefully at his hand and sees a black paper like a page from some books or scripture. The paper is dark black but written in blood red ink. Every character looks like an unintelligible scribble, but each of them had meaning hidden with unholy and blasphemous untold power beyond mortal mind.

Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment. However, there were consequences to using the black book that caused its owners grief. They tried to get rid of the book but could not do so. They sought help from a minister, who successfully nailed the book into a drawer. Such a tale serves to demonstrate the power of Christianity over both occult powers and pagan folk magic. Black books are more than mysteriously empowered items of folklore, however. In practice, many people and families kept black books as guides for living. They included magical cures and healing recipes, prayers, CHARMs, incantations, blessings, rituals

It was an abandoned place now, thick with dust and silence, but the Priestess once mentioned that the truth of this kingdom lies where most fear to look—in forgotten ink. I moved quietly through the vast hallways lined with ancient tomes, their spines cracked, their secrets sealed for centuries. My fingers brushed over leather covers, brittle scrolls, and weathered stone shelves. I didn’t even know what I was looking for—until I saw it. A half-torn book, its cover scorched and faded. Title etched in blood-colored ink: “The Cursed Bloodline: History of the Black Lycan.” My heart skipped. I pulled it out with trembling hands, sitting cross-legged on the floor between the shelves. The pages ins

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

Inside: an archive, lit by red emergency light, dry and cold like a tomb. But it wasn't empty. Books. Shelves of them. Ledgers, documents, parchment bound in rawhide. One stood out: black leather, sealed in glass, with a crimson ribbon falling out like a vein. The Gospel of the Vesper Heir. Scene Three – The Forbidden Scripture Cassian shattered the glass. Amara took the book with gloved hands. Inside: Latin chants Vesper blood rituals Names of “anointed heirs” Symbols matching her mother's necklace And a family tree with one branch burned off entirely

“This is… this is a grimoire.” She swallowed hard. “A book of black magic.” Behind her, her friends slowly moved closer, drawn by her voice. One by one, they looked at the pages. And one by one, their faces turned pale. Lia covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. Ben took a step back, shaking his head. “No… no, this isn’t real…” But it was. Everything about it felt real. Too real. The drawings weren’t just images—they felt like records. Like instructions.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Jericho held his book and looked at it "Do you know what this is ?" He asked as he pointed at the book. "A book that writes the names of those who are about to die?" "It's more than that" He said as he opened the book "This is called an antabulam, or what mortals would call 'A black note' something which God gave me when he made me. He made life, he made fate and then he made Death." Lucus said as he looked at his book.