Books Like Credence Novels & Stories

None of them did, especially Master Arcade who was watching him with narrowed eyes and gad witnessed his suspicious movements in the room. Mrs. Doris leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms against her chest. "Try again, Mister Creed. The truth this time." Damon swallowed tightly. He needed to make this convincing. "If you check under my bed," he said carefully, "you'll find a book. It’s about wolfsbane and herbs. I've been studying them.” Mrs. Doris studied his face for a long moment. Then she nodded at Master Arcade. "Go check and confirm if what he just said is true.”

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.

“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

But I knew that if I didn't satisfy this ache that had pulled in between my legs, by the time I entered the lecture hall, I would be a wet, aching mess. The sight of Nathan always does that to me. So, I carefully reached out to the drawer of my nightstand and brought out a vibrator. It was one of the most reckless things I have had to do, buying a vibrator. Heck, I never needed one. But since this obsession with Nathan fucking Williams started, my hands couldn't do it for me anymore. I promptly flicked the vibrator on, its buzzing sound intensifying the ache between my legs. The ache I knew only Nathan could quench.

However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought. “I think we should try some of the bookcases toward the back. I know that there are a few tomes that are under lock and key for safety reasons, but if it’s just basic background information you’re looking for, then I think you should be able to find something.” Nora led us to the back of the large room, where we came upon a narrow bookcase and an entire glass case that had a large metal lock on its doors. I read a few of the spines before coming across one titled ‘Creaturae et Ineffabilia’. “Creatures and Unspeakables,” I muttered. “This one looks promising.”

When we get to the bottom I actually have a chance to really look around down here. It’s amazing, real cave-like features, a stone floor, a wall lined with different books, armoires everywhere and chests on the ground. I walk up to one and try to open it, it clicks open as soon as I touch it, making me look at it suspiciously. Creed also walks towards one of the chests to open it but it won’t budge, no matter how hard he tries. I walk over to him and try, and as soon as my hand touches it, it opens just like the last one.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.