Blown To Bits Book Novels & Stories

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.

James looked at Stella. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it. She did this a few times when she eventually asked “You bit me? Gave me your blood? Followed me and you’re in my house? So why am I not calling the police or screaming with fear?” She asked the questions so quietly and slowly James wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or just talking out loud. James decided to answer honestly, “Because your instincts are getting stronger and they are telling you to trust me and know I’m being honest.” Stella again looked confused like he was speaking another language. “You’re turning into a werewolf.” .Stella let out a snort and then fainted.

And the freedom to running across a wide, empty field, screaming my lungs out without a soul to stop me, because the land is mine. But reality cut me down quick. “Too bad I’m just a broke girl,” I muttered, anger slicing through me. BANG! The lightning bolt rattled the windowpanes, making me jump. The curtains rustled, though the windows were closed. The abandoned book on the floor began to flip its own pages as if an invisible hand were skimming through. My first thought was, 'It’s just the wind.' Except the wind wasn’t coming from outside, it was pulsing from the book itself.

“It means bitter soul. It’s like what you explained. A lost soul, whether they lost themselves while they were still alive, or after they died, and they wander, looking for a life to take over. If you had read more about it all, you would have been prepared.” “Hey now.” I pulled back, but she pushed me back down. “Lay down. I want to check your head.” Toya pushed again and Wendy helped her part my hair. “Amy.” She hissed as she saw the damage. I laid back down, but huffed out my breath. “I read that book, inside and out.” “There were a few pages stuck together. I don’t know why.” Toya tapped a page. “Wendy helped me figure it out.”

The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it ‘A..l..ice!!!!!' Her dad screamed.

The bond they’d forged in the Deep Pantry was slipping away, fading like smoke. June’s hand shot to her belt. The weight—gone. Her heart hammered. The Golden Book was dissolving, turning into a swirl of white mist. “No!” She tried to grab it, but her hands slid right through. “Not the recipes. Not the proof!” The Book vanished. Everything around her blurred. People started walking backward. Cars zipped by in reverse. The Auditor’s voice crashed down from the clouds, young and smug, like he’d just heard a good joke.

If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds.

In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it. She turns the key to the left to unlock the mysterious strange book. The book gets unlocked but no words were written in any of the pages, just strange ancient scribes. Elena decides to drop her tears at the center of the book. Which wooshed out an energy and the pages begin to flip on it's own turning bright golden. At that point the book drew away from Elena and struck her dead instantly. Elena wakes up after a few moments to find herself in a dark empty void.

I swear to God, I was punishing myself even more. I ran my hands up and down his covered body before sneaking a hand into his boxers wrapping my fingers along his length. Running my hand up and down his length which was now springing free after unzipping him, making him make amazing sounds at the back of his throat, I withdrew my fingers, bringing my boobs in his face, running them up and down on his face. As he was about to pull me down and take control I raised a finger smiling evilly before I moved closer to his lip, bit him and then whispered, "Good luck getting yourself off."