Books About Yokai Novels & Stories

The room was quiet and the fondness of Ryuu from the content of the book swayed him to a couple of pages. A book of a man who was a foreign traveller in a far far away place. A world full of creatures which the mind could only comprehend; fairies, elves, talking trees, eater plants, humongous reptiles, birds could swim to any bodies of water, everything in the world of the Book could not be seen as normal on Earth. In addition, there was something mysterious in every character of the Book. Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only i

" *Sigh* In the demon world there is a ranking system. Yokai being at the bottom, demons being next, then devils and beyond that not even I know. " What's a Yokai?" She asked. " A Yokai are the helpers of the Grim Reaper. They drag the soul to hell and bring it before the Grim Reaper where he will determine its punishment and the Yokai punish them accordingly. The Grim Reaper and demons have a deal where the Yokai will not collect their souls when their body has expired." I explained. " Demons don't die from old age?!" She exclaimed. " They also don't die from hunger, which is why they don't need to eat..... if they can handle being hungry all the time. Which is why they only die from being

Kelpies dragged lakes into the shape of their mood and dared you to ride them. From the east, tengu argued theology with the wind and won often enough to get cocky. On quiet streets, pale yūrei drifted like sighs and taught children the correct way to be haunted. Oni opened breweries and brewed beer so honest it made liars cry. Tanuki ran gambling dens where you were more likely to lose your pride than your coins and come back anyway because the dumplings were that good.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

I continue to read and try to understand the knowledge before me. I decide to pack these books and I go back for others. I grab several jars of herbs and such too. Several crystals who's importance I read. I grab a book on banshees, and another old book with marker on it's spine. It's so old the original print has faded. Incubi, succubi and demons. I drag it back to the room excited to crack it open.

The section where books on lore and the supernatural appeared the most disturbed. “Well, that confirms it. Someone, I presume Professor Digby, has gone through all the books on anything that refers to the supernatural. Ghost, fairies, and witchcraft. None of the books appear marked by use as far as I can see and there're no spaces where there might be a book missing. Before you ask, no, there’s no grimoire, and nothing wrapped in human skin as far as I can tell.”

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

Not the normal books that were upstairs. "These books contain everything you want to know about other realms and everything you need to know about different creatures. Including fearies." She says. "Are they in order of species or anything like that?" I asked. "Yes. Morda and the faeries are at the back. There are a lot of books that you will need to read. There's a lot more to that realm then anyone realizes." She says. "Is it dangerous there?" I asked. "It can be. It depends on how well you can behave yourself there." She says.

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

I wasn't familiar with any of these Japanese terms…assuming these terms were Japanese in the first place. "A youkai is a demon. But Shikigami are so much more than that. They are spirits that have haunted the humans for centuries…but when they are summoned and given a body to reside in…they lose their free will. They must follow their master at all times. That's why they are so obedient." My entire body froze as I balled my hands into fists and stayed rooted to my spot. When had he entered the room? For how long had he been here…listening in to our conversation? Why hadn't I heard him enter?