Dark Corners Book Novels & Stories

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

A faint light, soft yet commanding. Elowen's heart skipped. Slowly, she crawled toward it. The glow grew sharper, illuminating the mist like a hidden star. She brushed away the damp leaves, her fingers trembling. And then she saw it. A book Black as midnight, yet pulsing with a faint, eerie light. Its surface shimmered like it had been touched by the cosmos themselves. Etched into the cover was an ancient sigil, one she had seen only once before, when her father placed the book into Donato's hands.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds. He notices a weird symbol on its cover, it doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. A book has got to have an interesting cover, hasn’t it? As he opens the cover to explore its pages, something falls out – it was a bookmark. He picks it up from the floor and he presses it at the very back of the book to lessen the chance of it falling again. He feels the pages and one can tell how expensive the printing must be on this book. It doesn’t feel like ordinary paper. It is definitely something a bookworm will appreciate for the rest of their life. It's to bad, he got his hands on the s

She slowly steps inside, no trace of Merfoy even his shadow. “Hello? Merfoy? Why is it so dark in here?” she said lowering her voice. She suddenly heard a loud thud in the right corner, it was from the bookshelf. It was so dark that she can’t see a single thing. She step into a book and picked it up. “Is this Merfoy’s magic book?” she thought as she opened it, it suddenly produced a light that struck her eyes and lit the corner where she is standing. The pages moved on their own as it suddenly stops, she read what was written on the page.

Just dust, cracked leather spines, and silence thick enough to swallow sound. Tonight the air felt heavier. Cooler. I walked the rows until I found the erotica section. Tucked in a forgotten corner. Books no one requested. I pulled one down. Thick. Heavy. Red cloth cover worn thin at the edges. Title embossed in faded gold: The Last Sin. I didn’t read the author. I didn't care. I just needed the weight of it in my hands. Only one chair remained usable. Old oak. Faded green velvet cushion. Everything else was either broken or missing legs. I sat. Skirt rode up my thighs. No panties tonight. I never wore them here.