Christian Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Her present predicament must have destroyed him, he used to be a very happy and jovial person, but look what mystery had done to him, for once she stopped thinking about herself and just stared at him with pity, she wished she had answers to the pressing questions in his heart, she wanted badly to ease his pain and tell him it would be ok, but she couldn't, she couldn't go close, she sat calmly on the chair opposite him with her hands folded like someone about to get scolded. "Where are you coming from? He asked, not meeting her eyes, he was looking down, like the answers to his questions are there. She was about to lie but her instinct told her not to even try, she always trusted her instin

He knew that they needed little care to be good people. It didn't just end at that. Later on just after a month, he was informed of another person missing. He wondered who would be behind all that. At first he suspected his fellow kin but after investigating all that, he couldn't just think that it was an ordinary matter. He had his guess and it drove him to go back to that place. The place he had sworn to never visit again. But it was for business and also he wanted to clarify his doubts. It wasn't a pleasant moment trudging on the scotchs of venom. Going back on the memory lane of that night.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

His eyebrows knit together as he frowns at me “Don’t call me stupid” “You don’t see it do you. Breydon knew I marked you, made you my equal. They are trying to take you down because they don’t want you to take….” I drift off, recognising the open book on the table, the one Maddox had written about me “Why are you looking at that?” Christian follows the direction I am looking in “It is quite useful actually” “How is a book about me useful?” moving around the desk to look at it, the pages are open to ones I hadn’t read, it was literally like a diary account of me growing up but Christian snatches it away from me before I had a chance to read anything other than dates.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

“I didn’t mean to see you, but I did. I wasn’t spying on you or anything.” It seemed weird to me. I’d just had an argument with Brandon before I met Christian. Why had he gone to the other apartment building? Guessing it didn’t matter, I moved on. “Anyway, he was saying all kinds of weird stuff about how he knows Daunator better than anyone, and he thinks Daunator came through the Blue Moon Portal. I think it’s all related somehow, but I can’t piece it together. Christian is an enigma. And for the most part, I’ve just tried to ignore him, but now, I’ve sort of started to try to put him together. For some reason, he thinks Daunator can’t kill him.”

I deflected his inquiry with a nonchalant response, not wanting to reveal the mystical nature of the tome hidden beneath my pillow. “Just romance. Pretty boring actually.” He chuckled before continuing. “Well, if you say so. Would you like to accompany me somewhere?” “Where,” a playful glint sparkled in his eyes. "Why don't you join me and find out?" he proposed, leaving an air of mystery. Intrigued and with a subtle nod, I agreed, eager for a temporary escape from the enchantments that bound my thoughts. *********** As Christian led me through the woods, his hand enveloping mine, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity bubbled within me. Unable to contain my inquisitiveness, I asked, "Where

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a