Dark Souls Lore Books Novels & Stories

“The Black Book holds the oldest secrets of the royal bloodline. Spells that can bind an Alpha’s wolf forever. Records of every forbidden ritual. Names of those who broke the laws of the Goddess. It can end the Alphas… or remake them. As for where it is hidden… the royal vault is only the beginning. The true location shifts with the moon cycles. It calls to those marked by darkness. You will know when it wants to be found. But beware … the Book does not give power. It takes. It always takes.” I opened my mouth to ask more, desperate for anything that could help me, but Elowen leaned back into the shadows, silent once again. The itch in my hand returned with a vengeance. I scratched harder, b

******** When he finally got past his own guards, allowing only a couple to escort him… he arrived at his reading room. The reading room had belonged to his father once, and before that.. his father’s father and like that on. So there were years of deep history here. Damien entered alone, carrying only a lantern. He began pulling books from shelves one after another. Treatises on curses. Accounts of rogue shamans. Scrolls on blood oaths. Manuals on mind fracture during war. Nothing on what he needed. He kept going as the minutes became an hour. Then more. “Fuck..” he cursed in frustration as he still hadn’t found anything.

I looked at Draven with dread, “It means Volkava took Lior…and he wants a trade.” “What trade?” Draven asked as he inched closer to me. Anton’s eyes locked onto mine. “The grimoire.” I could see the confusion on Draven’s face. “What grimoire?” “The most powerful spell book in existence.” I almost choked. “For Lior…” I finished quietly, “…we have to make a trade."

The process repeated until the creature made it towards the reception desk. "How may I help you?" Noel asked cheerfully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the long hands of the inhumanely being. That creature moved it's long arm and placed a piece of paper on the table. On the paper some words were written in scribbling. It said... LORE OF ELM Noel raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean, lore of elm from Ryzinka?" The creature slowly nodded. Noel pondered for a few while. "Sir, the book that you requested is a cursed one. Are you fine with that?"

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

It has been too long since I opened the door. The drowsiness started to drift and soon I was able to think straight. I have been collecting valuables and various books since childhood. Since every battle. Some of them were relics, I gathered from the fallen alphas who once stood in my path. Others carries much more values as they carry the wisdom of millennia and some powerful spells I stole from Hecate before breaking our paths. I opened the lower most drawer knowing there were only two books, one with titled ‘The book of curses and potions’ and another I was looking for, ‘The book of Dead’. I didn’t open it and put it in my bag before walking out my study.

The only person who could get her that book was David And he was sure Lorraine's relationship with David had not been good enough for him to let her have one of his finest collections. David's private library had no specific subject, it had collections that cut through almost all walks of life: supernatural, physics, metaphysics, mind, power, fictional novels, sci-fi books. Name it and you'll find it there. Loraine did not expect that expression from. Was this book someone she was not supposed to read? Why's James surprised to see her with the book?

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num

If answers existed, they would be buried in these aisles. I moved between the stacks, fingertips grazing cracked leather spines: On Dream Divination, The Veil Between, Bloodlines of the Forgotten Courts. Each title was a quiet dare. I gathered a few to the reading table and opened them one by one, chasing some thread that might explain why the Academy whispered to me in sleep, why flames stalked me in dreams. The hours blurred. Outside, dawn crept toward the horizon, but the library kept its eternal twilight. I bent over a book of astral lore, translating a passage about “souls stitched to the Shadow Realm,” when a faint sound broke the silence.