Black Scripture Novels & Stories

And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

Amaya felt uneasy back at the library. Something wasn't right and she could feel it. She was so unrelaxed and everything wasn't feeling normal. She had come to the library to study for her fast approaching exams and everything was going on smoothly until now. Her left pinky finger had began shaking on it's own,a sign she had always had since she was a kid when things were about to or were already going wrong. She tried to focus back on her studying again,but couldn't. She suddenly felt restless.

MAYA We got home, and I spent the next two hours staring at the book, yet not one single word could I understand. I sat near the window in the master suite, the heavy leather-bound tome resting open on my lap. The faded black ink of the Arabic script seemed to dance under the afternoon sunlight, but no matter how hard I squinted or tried to quiet my mind, it remained complete gibberish to me. The Black Magic Seer had told me to read it with my spiritual eyes, but right now, my eyes were just human, tired, and frustrated.

She looked from the left to the right and saw that she had their attention. “My father wrote that, when the ten sovereigns were created, the top three were created with their very own personal limits in the form of the three books, the book of Enoch, the Necronomicon and the Pandora, in each of these books were weaknesses of how to defeat God, Ymir and Azathoth should they start to rebel. God, after getting his own faction, created a scripture basing on the Book of Enoch but he contradicted the book and wrote the first scripture, the Bible which is by far the most well known.”

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

It gave him the sort of feeling as if he was squeezing a grain of rock sugar within his hand. The moment that Holy Ice Silkworm shot out from Cairo’s mouth, the corpse disintegrated at speed visible to the naked eye and soon withered into skeletal remains. Behind him, once again, King Meryem kneeled on the ground and kowtowed. Tyr also found there were two yellowish parchment books underneath the skeleton. One of the covers wrote ‘Maddox Scripture’, while the other was titled ‘Kodoku Scripture’. Tyr’s heart jerked ferociously. The so-called Maddox Scripture and Kodoku Scripture were not the same books. Instead, it was divided into two different books.

Although the Black Being had come to this world in search of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure, he'd never for once, expected that he would find 'IT' so quickly. "So this is what you look like? Haha! I can't believe it! You're just a red man! Ok. I'd give it to you, that you're indeed taller than the average man, however, you're still just a human. Haha! And to think, that you're even stark naked! You must be retarded. I can't believe this, this is you!? Wow!" Indeed, the Black Being of Darkness had never foreseen, such a shocker.

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?

Not wood. Ink. Thick, black, glossy ink welled up from the crack, bubbling like tar brought to a slow boil. It surged higher, spreading out, swallowing stray pages with soft, hungry sounds. The words on those pages dissolved the instant they touched the surface, letters unraveling into nothing. The crack widened, running under my grave marker, around the base of the coffin, spider‑webbing outward in crooked veins. Ink rose like quicksand around the book‑coffin and the scattered manuscript pages, lapping at the laptop’s edge, at the wine bottle’s bottom, at the notebooks’ bent corners