Deep Dark Dangerous Book Novels & Stories

"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

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

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I whispered helplessly. “Ah, is that so?” He added another finger that pushed me to lock my arm on his neck, fearing losing my balance. “Why is that?” “You know why.” “I don’t. So, read again.” Hopeless and weak, that’s me. This intense lust and urge to become one with Noah would kill me sooner. I took several moments to savor the pleasure of Noah pumping his fingers inside and out before opening the next page. “Some people believe there is no such thing as a demon. What makes dark witches dangerous is their book of spells. The book of spells for dark witches contains a lot of harmful spells. It also stated witches wouldn’t be able to have access to the spell unless they made a sacrifice.”

He helped me out of the car, his touch steady. "Marco...," I called hesitantly. He looked at me as he waited for me to continue. "About your second debt, I want to ask for it now." "Fair enough," he replied with a small smile. "What do you want?" I stared into his dark, mysterious eyes, taking in how they seemed to hold so many secrets. Taking a deep breath, I finally said it, my voice a whisper. "Kiss me." *** Edited. 190125

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?" Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world. It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein. Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question. Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,

THE PROFESSOR’S PET AVA & DAMIEN AVA’S POV I never expected my sophomore year to turn into this. Professor Damien Hale’s advanced literature class was supposed to be a challenge—a way to boost my GPA with something intellectual. But from the first lecture, it was him who captivated me. Forty-two, divorced, with salt-and-pepper hair that fell just right over his forehead, sharp green eyes that seemed to see through everyone, and a voice like velvet gravel reading passages from forbidden classics. He paced the front of the room like he owned it, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair.

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I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

DEEP IN THE NIGHT. "None fighting house members and staff should hide in the bunker! We are under attack," a voice kept ringing in my disoriented mind. I was fast asleep, and the mind link woke me up. I was still yet to figure out why I heard Alpha Aesop's voice in my head. It wasn't long before I figured out what was happening. I woke Kimberly up. It took a while, but she woke up eventually. "We are under attack! get Emma and hide in the estate bunker." I said to her, and fear washed over her face.