Corpse Party: Book Of Shadows Novels & Stories

“Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, border on magic, drawing power from the earth itself. That, paired with the three years of nearly complete silence... it feels deliberate and worrisom.” Aurora’s heart raced, her thoughts flickering to Vincent’s warnings about Nightshade’s unrest. The pack’s isolation, paired with this unnatural energy, pointed to something sinister. “This feels bigger than territorial disputes,” she mindlinked. “Like it could threaten all

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

“Millennia ago, in the midst of a war among species, many creatures sought to conquer and rule the world for themselves. Among them were horrific beings who desired only darkness and shadow. These beings dwelled in the deepest abysses of the earth, without a ruler to restrain them. Wolves, witches, and vampires, recognizing the imminent danger, decided to unite in a unanimous pact before the rift of the underworld. In an act of sacrifice, they abandoned their malicious and corrupted sides. They offered their blood, strength, and magic, using a pure shell as the vessel for that power. A…” I fell silent. The words in the book struck me like lightning, leaving me shaken and trembling at the rev

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

It wanted them hollowed. Piece by piece. Until nothing of them remained but the shadows it chose to keep. ☠️ End of Chapter 18

Lyra lifted her board shakily: “These kills are not normal. These shadows are still moving.” Only then did I notice the dark wisps leaking from the corpses, curling like smoke… but thick and alive, sliding across the ground and pulling back when light touched them. I didn’t stop. Every second wasted was another second my babies were out there. I could practically hear them. “Let’s move.” We carefully stepped past the bodies until the ruins came into view—massive stones, cracked and leaning, covered in vines. Moon symbols carved into the walls glowed faintly like they were still holding on to old magic.

Hear a random voice; check. Find an abandoned tower deep in the woods; check. Release an ancient shadow god; check. Release the ancient shadow god from a centuries old debt; check. Be fucked by said shadow god and left to clean up the mess he made; double check. My night was just one weird fucking mess…

"It just changed its shape. Your father knew that. He knew that if a Thorne didn't claim the 'Management,' the Void would." The ledger in the shadow's hand began to glow with a sickly, golden light, the same color as Mina’s eyes. The book began to open, the pages flipping with a sound like a heartbeat. Mina’s name on the cover started to bleed into the leather. "Mina, don't look at it!" Kaelen roared. He lunged toward the shadow, his hunter's knife flashing, but his blade passed through the image as if it were smoke. The shadow didn't even flinch.