Comic Papyrus Novels & Stories

A specific section caught my attention. ‘ Werewolves and shapeshifters hate camphor. They cannot tolerate its smell. It doesn’t harm them but does keep them away.’ It would be very easy to slip a few camphor tablets into Alex’s clothes but I had to confirm it with Eric. I walked into the living room to find Eric engrossed reading a very old manuscript. The pages were made of papyrus sheets and the script was so ancient that I had no clue what it was about. “ Eric….”

"Papyrus. I know sheep's vellum was more durable and more common in those days, but it had to be papyrus. The thinner the best." "Okay." "Before the papyrus was inserted into the cryptex's compartment, it was rolled around a delicate glass vial." She tipped the cryptex, and the liquid inside gurled. "A vial of liquid." "Liquid what?" Sophie smiled. "Vinegar." Jim hesitated a moment and then began nodding. "Brilliant."

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

For someone so private, he sure kept things in his office private. She snooped through the papers, it was almost like this man had no sense of personal touch. "The Dancing Satyr of Mazare del Vallo, New Chambers Discovered under Basilica di Santa Croce in Jerusalem," she read aloud as she lifted document after document. Finding nothing of importance to her, she moved on to the next drawer, the notes and documents in here compared to the one from the previous drawer looked worn. "The Vanquishing of Dracula, The Unopposed Notion of the Roman Ruling? Huh."

To be able to get a good understanding of what I am about to read, I scooted backwards to the end of the bed and slipped a pillow behind my back to relax my neck. The papyrus was very old, and the ink on it had begun to fade; the handwriting was bold even though the words were not exactly aligned. I ignored these errors with one dismissive blink and started reading. Dear reader. You did not find this note or the entire package which this note would come with by chance. I would like you to hold on to this before you continue reading. The moon goddess is wise, but we now have humans, mere mortals who have been claiming to know more than the supreme being.

"goddamn it, yes." "Send us a voice note moaning our names… Do it, you naughty fuck." Jamal said. The chat went on for a long time, and with the boys arguing amongst themselves. I just kept on reading their messages, smiling ear to ear, feeling special and overly flattered by the attention I was receiving. Each ping sends a jolt straight to my core, my hand slipping between my legs as I rub my clit, whispering to myself. ‘Oh Poppy, you are an insatiable cockwhore, look at you masturbating to their words, you deserve to be passed around like the cumdump you are, keep teasing them, you dirty little tramp.’

Opening it revealed not pages of text, but hidden compartments, each holding documents far older than Cassian. Lucien drew out a single folded parchment. The ink had faded, but the memory it carried had not. On it was an old picture, a young girl with black hair, soulless eyes. Cassian looked almost identical to her. A trait he had grown to despise over the years. ‘Weak.’ He said as he sneered at the picture. He slipped the parchment back into its hiding place, closing the compartment with care. ****

Then, taking a seat on the ground, I begin to read. The papers inside the file are old, frayed and yellowed. They are papyrus, something I seldom see in the pack anymore. Then, ever so carefully, o lift up the first piece of frayed paper and hold it near. The penmanship on the papyrus is fading, making it hard to decipher what had been written on it.

She was astonished, petrified and froze like a carved stone. Elise dusted off her hands and smiled at Zadi. “Well, that’s it. Thank you for the suggestion, Zadi. Now, what’s next?” “Take a look at that bound thing. There’s something nagging me that we can use it,” Zadi said thoughtfully. Her eyes fixed on that bound thing on the altar. They both sauntered closer to the altar. Elise took out the papyrus roll inside the transparent cloth. “What’s this?” she asked Zadi. The pygmy peered at it with her jaw dropped down. “What is it, Zadi?” she asked again at the silent woman.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.