Exquisite Corpse Book Novels & Stories

The title: *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius. I didn’t know exactly who that was, but the cover had a Greek statue. Killian looked calm, composed—serene. Like even if a storm tore through Knight Manor, he’d stay unbothered. There was something magnetic about that. His presence felt foreign and familiar at once. Oddly comforting.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

Three deer lay arranged in a perfect circle. Their bodies twisted unnaturally, ribs carved open with horrifying precision. Strange symbols had been painted onto the stone beneath them using blood. Fresh blood. Her blood-covered hands trembled violently. “No…” A sound escaped her throat. Half gasp. Half sob. The necklace burned against her chest suddenly. And the voice returned. Clearer than ever. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Elena staggered backward. “Stop.” ‘You made this.’ “I didn’t—” ‘Your body did.’

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

My stomach flipped just thinking about it. “Everyone submit your books. We’ll continue on Monday,” I announced, forcing my teacher voice to stay steady. The kids started piling their notebooks on my desk. Little Claire flashed me a bright smile. “Enjoy your birthday, Miss Bee!” “Thank you, sweetheart.” I blew her a kiss and she pretended to catch it, giggling as she skipped out. Eros, my resident mischief king, was still fiddling with his pencil case. “Eros, come on. Bring it here right now.”

Chains meandered out of the mess—hundreds of bookmarks, metal and ribbon and cord, weaving themselves into links that wrapped around the book‑body like restraints turned adornment. Its head was a cluster of dictionaries and style guides and old, heavy Bibles, fused spine‑out into a crude skull. Where its eyes should have been, ink pooled, thick and dripping—two dark, wet hollows that bled black down the stacked faces of its composite. It towered above the field, easily twice the size of the Ferris wheel gondola, casting a jagged shadow over the drifting pages. The graveyard itself seemed to flinch around it. When it opened its mouth—its “jaw” a row of clamped‑shut tomes creaking apart—the so

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The other man, possibly his brother, chuckled while he nodded. "Ugh, you two should get a room." Someone else said, also identical to the other two, before turning to me. "I'd advise you to run away while you can, but considering you came here yourself and are currently in a mating club, I'm just going to join in on the fun." My body trembled. I'd signed up for one Alpha alone, but the thought of being with all of them was too sweet to resist. The first man, Mr. Perfect, allowed his hand to slip beneath my skirt and into my underwear. His fingers rubbed against my bare cunt for a moment. "Say something, little finch."

I shivered. "What is a Hybrid Corpse Seeker," Rai asked fearfully. I jumped off my bed and asked him what he did with my book collection. He pointed to the closet and I headed inside of it searching for a very old grimoire. When I found the human skin bound book I carried it to him and sat on the mattress as I flipped through the delicate pages. Once I found what I was looking for I opened it wide and read the information out loud. Hybrid Corpse Seeker