Crepusculo Book Novels & Stories

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

Reksa, the lord devil who Hugo thought had complete control over Barbara, did not help the man with the scar on his cheek by saying that he could have asked the devil directly, without having to search meaningless ancient books. Hugo messed up his parents' room again, forgetting his original intention to finish his business so he could leave the room as soon as possible. A book with a yellowish cover entitled Rembulan Abang ing Jumuah Kliwon, which means the red moon on Friday Kliwon, fell near Hugo's feet. He grabbed the book with emotion still bubbling in his chest, then opened and read one of the pages. ________________________________________________

Her posture was fierce, drawn to portray the much aura she carried. Lucious's breath settled at the nape of my neck. "Not in a good way, courtesy of Emrys." It did make sense to me why Lucious was the most affected when it came to matters involving Emrys. "And I am sure she would want you to have this." Lucious held a book in his hand. I took it with a frown. "Record of Blood and Conversion." I read the title. I blinked up at him. "What's this?" "I wrote it." Of course, he was a writer too. "Shortly after her death. If you wish to end us, I believe you must know us first."

The heading glaring back at me filled me with unease and curiosity. ‘The Anthology of The Deimos Curse & The Prophecy of Light and Darkness’

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Once I sat engaged and waiting I heard a martyred, extrajudicial sentencing Death - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness sanctioning 'Death!' said I, 'thing of demise.' I awoke and flung the grief My passion is the parched necrosis 'Death!' chuckled I, 'Yes Death!' ~~Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scarlett

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

I could not help but wonder if he had ever truly cared about Heidi and me. Slowly, I got to my feet and walked to Heidi's closet. I opened the doors with trembling hands to reveal her neatly arranged clothes. I touched each item gently as if I could still feel Heidi's warmth, tears blurring my vision. Then, I packed all of Heidi's belongings—her clothes, toys, books, everything she loved—into her suitcase. I was determined to take her home, away from this cold place. As I dragged the heavy suitcase out of the room, I found Mandy alone in the living room, lounging on the couch and flipping through a magazine. She put it down when she saw me, a mocking smile playing on her lips.