Dark Lady Book Novels & Stories

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

ZOELLA’S POV The book smelled like dust… and something older. Something buried. Something that did not want to be remembered. It lay open on my lap. Ancient Laws and Punishments of Wolves-Heaven. The leather was cracked like dried skin. The ink had faded to a bruised gray. But my mother’s name… Lady Saraphina… was still sharp. Still visible. Still dangerous. Threats. Exploitation. Manipulation. The accusations bled across the page like wounds that had never healed.

The book of light and darkness was ripped into pieces by her. "Im…. Impossible….". They were all greatly shocked almost to death!. The book of light and darkness was the Witch's great possession since the beginning of time, it was powerful and guided by the witch seers passed down from generations…. And here she ripped it like it was nothing!?. "Warriors, it's time to end this!. Attack with full force!. The Evil Queen must be eliminated!!!". Hattie ordered. She was the first to attack Darcia, but she halted in her tracks when her eyes finally made contact with Darcia who was staring at her with piercing glare.

"I can literally do this all night." "Yeah well, 'Demon Daddy'." Rayleigh air quoted. "Apparently had some book that he somehow got his claws on that once belonged to a profound Exorcist." She leaned forward in her seat. "It contained all the Exorcists that ever existed. Dates from the moment they were born to the day they died." "What happened to the book? Does he still have it?" Lily asked. "No." Rayleigh shifted her gaze away for a moment. "We fucked and by doing so, I somehow absorbed the magic that the book contained."

She said, walking with a huge book, "There was a huge disturbance earlier, and I could not shake off the feeling of something is wrong." She walked closer to the man opening the book. There were some words written in an unknown language. "This book was written by one of the dark lords years back about how to open and close the doorway. However, it gives a detailed description of how to do it; it's not complete. It was later found out the Dark Lord had betrayed the Dark king and escaped with the help of a human woman and a witch. He took the other half of the book with him, which gives clear ways of opening the door permanently." The woman was a dark lord in charge of training and preparing w

- I added hesitantly, looking at her. - What are you making up in that naive head of yours?- my mother immediately raised her voice to me.- Good vampire, what a great joke. These beings are children of darkness, ruled by the blood-hunger. Yes, he probably didn't kill anyone in our neighborhood, but that's what vampires do. They don't kill anyone in the neighborhood where they live, but in nearby, smaller towns, a little bit everywhere so that no one will find out.- she explained to me in a teaching tone.- I have met too many vampires in my life to believe that any of them are good. They are predators, monsters that take the life of living creatures. And as a sorceress, I have a duty to prote

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

But when Dex calls her mate, Lydia's confusion deepens-because she can't remember him, their bond, or the love they once shared. As Lydia struggles to recover fragments of her lost past, she discovers that her blood carries something ancient-something both wolves and vampires are willing to kill for. With Linda, her estranged twin, and loyal packmates Clara, Calma, Jack, Desmond, and Maxwell by her side, Lydia is forced to confront the war between light and shadow, and the truth about the goddess power sleeping inside her. But Baron isn't finished. Bound to Lydia through dark magic and blood, he invades her dreams, whispering secrets Dex refuses to reveal. Lies unravel. Loyalties blur. And L

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Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.