God Killer Book Novels & Stories

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

We know three out of the four exist and are amongst us as we speak, but if Kendrick possesses a dragon, well, that is some messed up mind fuckery I can’t even deal with right now. Gabe has been buried in the werewolf book, occasionally uttering something about prophecies and old wives tales, much to the amusement of Hunter and Uriel. I’m surprised he pulled himself away for long enough to do a supply run. I have never really known Gabe to be much of a reader, he is like me and prefers action, but that is all he has done since leaving here as soon as the Doc gave him the all clear. Esme tried to take the book away from him at one point, saying the whole point of running things the way we are

Damien made his way to the door stopping when he felt her following behind him. “I almost forgot. I brought you something”, Damien placed the delicate, worn down leather book into her small hand – lingering only a moment as his fingers caught the ends of hers. “No, I can’t accept a gift”, her head shook violently from side to side, shocked he was giving her something. “It’s more like a token”, he smirked, unwilling to have her return the book. “It was my mothers and I want you to have it” Andrea watched him carefully, the curiosity behind her piercing eyes, made him want to touch her again. He clenched his hand and turned away, towards the exit. He wanted to escape now the gift was in her po

Erin’s POV “A terrorist attack?” I gasped. “The Killers are attacking us?” Gavin was flipping through the notebook, and I couldn’t tell from his face what he was thinking, but I knew it wasn’t good whatever it was. “Gavin…?” I asked, stepping closer to him. He finally closed the book and looked at me. “They are going to attack the human world too,’ he said. “They put bomb dust everywhere. Apparently, somebody could produce dust out of thin air.”

“Yes… my grandmother was his lover.” The room became quiet again. “That author…” Mr Donovan continued slowly, “the one who wrote that book filled with secrets… the one people were killed over…” I nodded. Even thinking about it in that moment made me uncomfortable. “That book caused a lot of trouble,” he added. “Many people died because of it.” Then he looked at me directly. “Where is the book now?” I didn’t hesitate this time. “I gave it to Kelvin.” The moment I said that, the entire room reacted.

He fished in his pocket again for his cigarettes. I stayed leaning against the wall, my eyes fixed on the caretaker. In the past few years I had seen many victims of proles attacks. Dead on television, dead in academia, and dead on the hunt, but it was the first time since my birthday that I had to watch someone die. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. That could have been me too. It could have been anyone I knew. Wynn, Uncle Roderick, Evangeline, Domenico. Reese.

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey