Crepusculo Book Novels & Stories

Elena whispered breathlessly. But the voices only laughed. At the end of the dark corridor— a door stood slightly open. Black smoke curled slowly from inside the room. Elena froze. The air itself felt wrong here. Heavy. Rotting. Alive. Another violent crash sounded from inside. Then Roberto’s voice growled hoarsely: “Get away from me.” Elena pushed the door open immediately. And stopped breathing. Shadow creatures crawled across the walls. Not fully human. Not fully spirit. Dark distorted figures twisted unnaturally around the room while candles burned blood-red.

Then a photo popped up. A close-up of a study. Dim lighting. A mahogany desk. A glass of dark red liquid. And right in the center, an open ancient parchment book. My fingers froze over the keyboard. My smile died. The blood drained from my face, leaving my limbs freezing cold. Stamped on the cover of that book was a dark gold crest. A snake eating its own tail, with a bleeding ruby for an eye. The Ouroboros crest of the Valerius vampire clan.

The book was an ancient one from the looks, it had latin words and strange patterns written all over it. The only understandable word was the bold 'Garou' written at the top. I touched the book in Crescent's hand expecting to get the same reaction, but i didnt, it was just normal. I guess the book knows what it's doing, it wanted Crescent to open it. Scratch that, it wasn't normal, the feeling of touching the book was different from the feeling of touching a normal book. It felt like the book had a life of it's own. "Should we open it?" Crescent asked." I don't think we should, we aren't supposed to be here in the first place" I said and he agreed with me, then he put the book back in it's p

Although I’m not too better off myself, pacing the hallway like a lunatic, sipping the same espresso I’d reheated three times and still hadn’t drunk. I told myself I was chill. But my wolf kept pacing in circles inside me. She was too far away and naturally, I didn’t like it. Not one bit. ALPHA GAVIN I found something online, some kind of old book but scanned very poorly. It was one I hadn’t seen before since I buried myself in my research. It seemed almost ancient with visible ruins and the title was faded. No signs of an author name either. Just a mark, a crescent moon carved into the spine.

he cut him off and Jace paused for a few seconds before answering. “Our library. My grandfather kept books of ancient stories about every supernatural being so I just grabbed a random one about the witches and gave it to her.” Jace replied. “There is nothing on the cover. I need to know who wrote this book or what the hell it is about. It's not in English, nor is it in a language a person can understand.” Lucino said. “Yes. Only Aurora or a witch can understand it. Is something wrong with her?” Jace asked. “I think I made a mistake by letting her know things about herself and it all started with this book,” Lucino answered.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

Maybe it was recognition. Slowly, she reached for the book again. This time, Orion didn’t. He watched. Her fingers rested against the worn cover, the broken crescent cool beneath her skin. For a moment—Nothing. Then, the symbol shifted. Not physically. Not visibly enough to anyone else. But Selene felt it. Like a lock… turning. The book opened. On its own. Orion stilled beside her. “…You didn’t do that,” he said. Selene didn’t answer. Because she hadn’t. The pages inside weren’t filled with normal writing. At first glance—nothing. Blank. Empty. Selene frowned slightly, her fingers brushing lightly over the page. And then, Ink bled through. Slow. Deliberate. Like something remembering how to

That is also the reason why she has been wandering in the library while quickly looking at the books that are trying to take her attention. Then, after a few minutes of looking, Crostelia felt something weird—as if there is a force that she couldn’t see that is trying to take her into a certain location in the library that doesn’t seem too special. So, the girl walked towards the place where her feelings were trying to take her. She took a couple of steps from where she was standing and immediately stopped when she reached the side of the most discreet bookshelf at the back that had a lot of dust. Then, she raised her head. As soon as her eyes lifted up, she caught a faint, silver, twinkling

His body pressed against mine, hot and unwanted. As we rode out, the brothel fading behind us, smoke started to rise from the windows. Flames licked the roof. Vesper’s screams echoed in my ears. And in my chest, that strange pull tugged harder—like a warning I couldn’t understand. But there was no time to wonder. The pack lands loomed ahead, dark and waiting.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.