Darth Vitiate Books Novels & Stories

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

“Do as I said if you want it gone. You have 24 hours before it makes you do things you do not want to do.” He laughed, cold and sinister. “I would’ve love to stay and tell you more, but…time’s up.” And with a smirk, he vanished. Vathar collapsed, the pain still gnawing through his insides like fire and teeth and knives all at once. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the black blood in the water—his blood—drifting like ink through the creek. ‘What kind of god is Dareth?’ Prince Ron asked Maelda. ‘Aren't all gods supposed to be kind and merciful?’

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are:

"I'm tired of just having to wait! I've been waiting, and now he's dead, and even I can't bring him back. Not even Lucifer. Neither anyone. I'm tired of all this. From the moment I arrived at this place, none of my choices have been respected. All of you have been inducing me to this horrible end. And I'm tired. I just can't stand all this weight on my back anymore. And I'm tired! Enough for me. Before anyone could stop me, I put the two books together on the floor, one on top of the other, and pulled Vraxlon's sword with a breath of my magic. At once, I lifted the dark blade and nailed its tip against the cover of the first book, passing the other until it hit the ground. Immediately, a dar

Ashren asked, exchanging a look with Silas. "The thralls," Drax whispered. "They aren't just reanimated corpses. They are cultivated. Darius found the old books. The ones the First Alphas burned." He coughed, a wet, hacking sound that brought up black bile. Silas wiped it away with a grimace. "He is using the Void," Drax continued, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "He infects them. He hollows them out. And then he fills them with a hive mind. They don't eat meat, Elara. They eat magic."

The System began scanning the rows of scrolls and books, its internal mechanisms whirring as it processed the vast amount of information. After a moment, the System’s interface lit up, and a small holographic display appeared, pointing to a particular book on a high shelf. Danial’s eyes followed the display, landing on a tome with a cover adorned with intricate silver patterns. The title, written in elegant script, was "Ethereal Barrier Technique." With renewed hope, Danial carefully retrieved the book from the shelf. The cover felt cool to the touch, and the weight of the book suggested the depth of knowledge contained within. He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations

She could feel the peaceful aura that enveloped the little house, inviting her in. In the center of the living room was a lavish fireplace, with a roaring fire that illuminated the entire room. "We'll get the dinner ready for you—" the man began but he was quickly cut off by Kevin who shook his head in refusal. "You can leave!" Kevin commanded sternly, striding towards the bar in the corner. Bottles of the finest wines lined the shelves, their labels proudly displayed. Glinting in the light were crystal glasses, adding an air of sophistication and refinement. His vast collection of bottles, all carefully chosen, reflected his passion for exquisite drinks quite boldly.

Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves. Caleb lay on their bed, while Scarlet and Ruth were sprawled out on a pile of furs before the fireplace on the far side of the room. This room was so sprawling, that even with all of them in it, Caitlin still felt alone with her thoughts. In the adjacent room, she knew, were Sam and Polly. It had been a long day, and a long feast with Aiden’s coven and the king’s men, and they were all settling in for the night.