Book Mayhem Novels & Stories

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.

I sat on the desk, pulled out a the a book where I have been writing about the Demon king, Zemia. It was like a diary, where I wrote all the things Zemia does on a daily bases. I drafted a few things down and then got off my chair, I got on my kneels and kept the book on the bottom shelf, I pulled out a big book with leaves printed on the cover. I sighed when I stared at the faded inks of the last page, I was able to save the first pages but it was suscpious like she did it intentionally or it was a hiding message.

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

“The Nexus is deeper, but we need supplies, weapons, and a clearer path. We go up, cross the quad, and find a new route down.” Damien checked the shadows around them. “The main exit is compromised. We’ll have to fight our way through the upper library again.” Serena stood between them, eyes still red from crying but glowing with determination. “I’ll open a temporary path. Stay close.” They ascended the stairs like ghosts of war. The Grand Archive Chamber’s dome shattered behind them as they left. The horde roared back to life. The upper library was worse than before. Bookshelves had been toppled like dominos. Pages fluttered through the air like dying butterflies. Infected swarmed everywhere

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

Demons and Lies Sai Oh fanfuckingtastic. Exactly what I needed to deal with on this noxious-ass holiday. Another stupid Fey, who has no clue what she’s in for. Don’t get it twisted. I’m not nice. Not charming. Not any of that chick-lit sweet shit Yon are supposed to be. I’m the bad guy—plain and simple—and my only purpose in life is breaking things. Something I should probably get out of the way before the wide-eyed moron gets herself in an even worse situation. I swear to gods, Ayame fucking Yuma was put on this plane to haunt me. Torment me. Make me suffer every waking moment.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.