Edgar Cayce Books Novels & Stories

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Cade’s eyes glittered with excitement at my words, something I hadn’t seen in him since his mate passed and it made my soul spring with joy for him, for his healing. “Yes. We have many of those.” He got up and went to another room, it didn’t seem we needed to follow him so we waited for him to return. He brought back five very large books. “These are just a few, but it goes into depth on origins, incarnations, offspring, some have been viewed more as myths of course. But then again, we hadn’t realized how they were already among us.” He explained as he dropped them on the desk. “Is there anything you can tell me?”

Edgar had not been on the library for a long time because all the books he needed were stacked carefully on his side table. The air was musky and warm. It was dark and eerily quiet. Cleopatra had a feeling that the ghosts of Edgar’s ancestor as long as the list went somehow still lived there. The shelves were eight feet tall, stacked with books some were not. Dust covered the books. She almost tripped on something when she walked in, she bent and picked it up, in the dim light of the room, she saw it was a book. It was dusty like all the others, it was the only book out of place, she kept it aside.

My thoughts kept circling the same fear. When it ended, Edgar dismissed everyone but me. I waited, silent, as the room emptied. The doors closed behind the last advisor with a heavy thud. “Tell me,” Edgar said finally, his tone unreadable. “Do you believe in coincidence, Celeste?” I hesitated. “Not usually.” “Good,” he said. “Because I don’t either.” He approached the window, sunlight falling over his shoulders, turning the green of his eyes to gold. “I felt something last night,” he continued. “A disturbance. As if someone touched the edge of my thoughts.”

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Edith was in the history section. Her hands were skimming through the rows of books stored neatly on the shelves. Edith was looking for books and articles about urban legends, myths, and other supernatural things. Edith carried a stack of books in her hands. She stepped towards the table carefully as her vision was obscured by the books she was carrying. Arriving at the end of the section, Edith bumped into something hard in front of her. The books she was carrying fell to the floor. Edith crouched down and looked at the messy books on the floor until she heard a familiar voice in her ears. It was like she had heard that voice before. Edith ascertained it by raising her head.

Bosco's gaze flashed wickedly as he spoke. Indeed, his plan was not only to find out what had happened to Kye. He was also after the book Edgar had written. It was important to note that Edgar was one of the top doctors in the wandering world, and Dewey was sure to respect Bosco more after that. His position in the Heaven Deviation Path would improve as well. Edgar could not help but smirk coldly at the words. 'F*cking hell. This bastard is after my book.'

It was a treasure trove of forgotten tales, waiting to be discovered. Edward's fingers brushed against the spines of the books, searching for a particular volume. His touch was gentle, almost reverential, as though he understood the power held within these ancient pages. I exchange worried looks with Jayden. What did this have to do with us? Edward stopped in front of a book, covered in a film of dust, its title etched in faded gold letters: "The Legend of the Eclipse Pack." With trembling hands, he carefully opened the pages, revealing a tale that had been buried in the annals of time. The words within were tinged with a foreboding energy, as if the very ink held the weight of tragedy.

says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid." Cayce raises his wings to prove his last statement, and they move around. Because he's wearing a shirt with holes in the back they're visible to the audience. "So, now you introduce yourself," says Cayce to the other person. "Reza Kelson," replies the other person, Reza, "read my book." "Now, this is supposed to be the part where you promote your book so that everyone will read it," says Cayce, "I mean, this bonus chapter is supposed to be the promotion for An Eye for a B