Dark Corners Book Novels & Stories

Call ended. I placed the phone down and turned to the far corner of my room. My fingers curled around the spine of an old leather book — Feral Decay, it read. Fitting. I tilted it. Click. A mechanical hum stirred to life. The wall trembled — then split open. Cool air rushed out. I stepped inside. The room beyond was bathed in soft red light. The walls, lined with shadows and secrets. In the center stood a queen-sized bed, draped in black silk. Cuffs hung from its corners. Straps. Whips. Tools of command — untouched, unused... until now.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

I anyways tossed my life and knocked on the door for my most intimidating interview ever. The door opened by itself and I walked in, and the first glance on the room was utterly indescribable it was another level of luxury, the all-wooden theme, desk and chair on the middle, books covering all corners of the room and the bookish fragrance that room had was… just addicting. I closed my eyes and sniffed the fragrance that immediately brought a smile to my face, “Miss. Maxwell… do you hear me?” A voice broke my trance and the moment I opened my eyes made me innerly-jerk.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

I pity this school. He's with a four men just behind him. One have a blonde hair, obviously hitting with the women around. These women, on the other hand, looks like a worms just sprinkled with salts the way they move. The other man is holding a book and he obviously have his own world. While the one man have a ash gray hair, busy with his phone. He's familiar to me. Like I saw him before. Maybe he's one of my flings before. And the last man, looks like a gangster. I don't want to described him anymore. I'm too lazy now. None of them looks like a good boy.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

she asked, eyeing the collapsing ceiling beams. “It’s here,” I replied calmly. She frowned. “How are we supposed to find anything in this mess?” I stepped further inside, my boots crunching over broken stone and brittle parchment. “The book isn’t ordinary,” I said. “Dark leather binding. Silver etchings along the spine. The symbol of the abyss burned into the front.” Ansel blinked. “That narrows it down to… one in a million.” I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Then start looking.”