Cult Books Fiction Novels & Stories

She then asked in curiosity, “How did you even know that I’m crazy about books?” He chuckled softly before he took her hands in his, “Well, you were reading some very heavy material while I slept after the Jewel Pack incident. And if I recall correctly, Cummings once tried to give you a book in the dining hall. In your room, there were three 300-page books on the couch, all heavy material. I’ve never known a person to pack books for a trip.” Lucianne rolled her eyes and said, “Behavioral science is not heavy material.” Xandar held her close and retorted, “Babe, the name itself feels heavy. Light ones normally have only one word for their genre like mystery, romance, humour, adventure…”

He returned his attention to the bookshelf at the rear of his office, the one he’d been browsing when he’d first heard the strange sounds outside, only being made by the cats, after all. The top shelf held purely “literary works.” Poetry collections of Blake, Yeats, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare. Prose collections of Zora Neal Hurston, Hemingway, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Flannery O’Connor, and folktales collected by the Brothers Grimm. Novels, from The Man in the Iron Mask to Madame Bovary, to Villette and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, to A Passage to India by E. M. Forster.

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties. For one, there is the well-known and infamous Doctor Christopher Krynick, the creator of these creatures. His intentions had been honorable, but he hadn't had the patience to give his research time to develop. He had fussed, wanted to develop a medicine that would take away the fear of deformity and mental retardation of their babies from expectant mothers.

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought. “I think we should try some of the bookcases toward the back. I know that there are a few tomes that are under lock and key for safety reasons, but if it’s just basic background information you’re looking for, then I think you should be able to find something.” Nora led us to the back of the large room, where we came upon a narrow bookcase and an entire glass case that had a large metal lock on its doors. I read a few of the spines before coming across one titled ‘Creaturae et Ineffabilia’. “Creatures and Unspeakables,” I muttered. “This one looks promising.”