Dark Lady Book Novels & Stories

And the elevation. The deaconess knocked lightly and entered. I’d already been to dinner, but Rafaela was bringing in the fold-out table and a few dishes. I opened a cloche and found a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. Rafaela disappeared and then returned, this time carrying a stack of books that she set down on my bed. They were design books. And a few fashion magazines. “How did you know I’d like these?” I asked. “Oh, Miss Yena,” she said. “These are not from me. They are gifts from the prince.”

"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.

He came towards me and looked at the shattered glass table on the floor with a confused frown. Max: What happened DK (Damon Knight) I shot him a glare. Damon: Who is she. Max: What do you mean by who is she. Of course, she's your wife Liliana Miller. Damon: THAT'S THE FUCKING PROBLEM. THAT BITCH IS SAYING SHE'S NOT LILIANA BUT HER TWIN SISTER LUCIANA. He flinched at my growling but soon clenched his jaw. Max: How can this be possible.

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

Belladonna's eyebrows furrowed, the words sinking in, along with the effect they carried. After that, Lady Kestra left, closing the door behind her. Belladonna's eyes swayed back to the trolley of books by the bedside. She found herself walking to it, running her hands over the book, sniffing in the smell of old and new paper. Then she finally picked one - Heart of Fire. Then settled down on the bed, glad that she had already eaten lunch before flipping open the book. In the first page were neat penciled words written in the same beautiful handwriting she had seen in the letter.

“But you’re not nothing either. All vampires have a soul. Including you.” That lands. I see it. The flicker. Small. But there. “And eventually?” I ask quietly. Sybil’s gaze shifts to me. “Eventually.. when there’s nothing left to take.. you’re left a madman, dangerous, stronger and more powerful than any being.. able to completely demolish kingdoms. It’s dark magic.” Silence settles over the table again. Heavy. Suffocating. The little girl swings her feet gently beneath the chair, completely unaware of the weight of the conversation.

Dash would try to state some things around him that wouldn’t be affected by the lip lock and though it’s been a challenge, it’s getting us somewhere. We still haven’t gone very far with unlocking the blank page of the Book of the Undead. The Zetas have been working day and night to solve the secret behind cracking the code, including Hilda. What’s more, it’s all she does all day in her room. A lot of books about demons, runes, and potions—as they said it—were shipped to her room and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was planning to turn her room into a library.

Lara stood in the doorway, lips pursed, hands on her hips like she was about to deliver some earth-shattering news. "I have both good and bad news!" she announced dramatically. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself off the couch and tugging my shirt down. "Here we go." Lara strode in, her eyes ablaze with urgency. "I’ve gone through *every single page* in that book—*thrice*—and if there’s anything else about the Darklord written in it, it’s basically a detailed instruction manual on how your reunion is not only *a hundred percent possible*, but also how it would be the *worst possible* thing that could ever happen to this earth."