Black Scripture Novels & Stories

this can’t be. Her eyes widened as she stared at mine. "Your eyes turned completely black for a moment," she said as she pointed at my eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and blinked a couple of times. I can feel her being uneasy. "Your black wings and black eyes symbolize evil, lady Geneva. Your pure white hair and pale skin symbolize your goodness." "Black wings?" I asked in confusion as I don’t have wings but she didn’t respond to my question. "We need to get your book before your powers grow stronger." Even if we get it, it might as well be useless. I don’t know how I can open the book. It’s almost indestructible!

Kathrena flicked her eyes at me – a half-roll – but she quickly re-focused her gaze on the worn pages. “Oh,” she muttered. When she looked up at me again, her eyes were in the curious position of being both wide and narrowed. She kept glancing between the book and my face, seemingly unable to discern if what she’d read was real. Then she shook her head, her neat black bob falling across her cheeks. “Black magic?” “Well, it says it’s a sign of it, anyway. Darkness and light must always be in perfect balance. Nothing can ever be too powerful – it needs to have something, a failsafe. No, a weakness would be a better way of putting it, I guess.”

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

"Oh my good God, father of Jesus son of Mary conceived by the Holy ghost of ghost I'm so happy for you." "What the...where's this new swear from?" "The biblical soul burning with so much joy inside of me. You can't even begin to imagine." "You're weird. By the way, was hoping I could drop Anna off." "You hoped right. You could bring her pajamas along in case...you know...things get to the next level." Louisa pictured Zaphrina wiggling her brows with a nasty grin and so it was. "Don't be pathetic, Zaph. It's back to start. And I don't go 'to the next level' on a first date."

CHAPTER 122 “It is ready,” Nihareth said, his voice thick with hunger and power. The ruined cathedral trembled under the weight of something ancient. The stained glass windows had long shattered, but the skeletal arches still reached toward a sky long forgotten—crimson, choked with swirling clouds and hints of void. In the center of the shattered altar, the first Cultfire burned. Not red. Not orange. Black. Black fire, licking the air with tendrils of ink and stars, pulsing with a rhythm not of this world. It gave no heat—only weight. Heavy. Crushing. Divine and wrong at once.

Sienna In the depths of the Blackwood archives, secrets lay waiting—books that defied time itself. They were ancient, older than the pack, older than the very land beneath our feet. Written in forgotten tongues and bound in leather that bore the scent of ash and flame. Some pages seemed to breathe, others murmured in the dark. We stumbled upon one such tome, hidden in a sealed drawer beneath the grand table in Ronan’s private library. It wasn’t listed in any index.

With a surge of celestial power, he shattered the restriction and delved his divine senses into its depths. In an instant, a scripture saturated with the essence of death and destruction materialized in Severin's mind. After a while, Severin slowly opened his eyes as his eyes gleamed with excitement. The jade plaque in his grasp contained the teachings of Eliza, titled the Parnava Scripture. It was an ancient training exercise that focused on the path of death.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

The mirror would let him know when Zedekiel recieves the other half. He continued to search the library and it didn’t take long for him to locate it. A heavy, ancient tome bound in black leather, its cover etched with a single ominous sigil carved with red ink. The book itself gave off a sort of ominous energy. Cordin hesitated, dread pooling in his stomach.