Gory Books Novels & Stories

We all watched as she set down her duffel bag and pulled out that same delicate looking book she had been flipping through during the trip. She walked over to stand beside the bed so she was looking directly over Alpha Scott before opening to a page in the book I leaned in close to Anya's ear without taking my eyes off Zeena "By the way, what's that book she's holding?" "It's a grimoire" Anya whispered back to me as Zeena inhaled slowly and closed her eyes My confusion still remained "What is a grimoire?" Anya rolled her eyes "It's a much cooler name for a spell book"

I moved my flashlight to where I saw a row of old armor lined up against the wall, there were some rusty swords and shields that I couldn't help but think that these shields had been here way before the Lycan King had even been born, there must have been used for a battle a hundred years ago or even more. There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the ne

he shrugged and kept on walking as he opened a door showing me the library with its vast collection of books. "Come here I want to show you something." He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me further into the room. Gergo was fast to sniff under the big gorgeous windows. I gasped when I saw the books. So many of them, but not because of the amount. I saw hundreds of books upon entering the space. But when Nero tapped his pointer on the title, my eyes widened in pure surprise. "Oh...ohhh..." I was fast to take one off the shelf and open it. The Illustration of death. It was such a perfect title that my hands felt clammy, I have to wipe them dry before I went to one of the sofas

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

' Rinny was in good humour again and falling easily into our banter. 'Yes, all delivered, nice and cosy. And they're not stinky witch books, it’s just you’re allergic to anything wholesome. They're powerful grimoires with more magick in one little word than your entire body. I'd be careful about insulting them, they can hear, and they don't like it.' I push at the threadbare rug with my toes and frown as the rose petals start to rise in the water before me, pulling my attention. I turn away from the bowl and ignore them. 'Aww, shoosh. Those books don't scare me half as much as you do. There's another reason I'm calling though.'

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

It was Silverfish, the big, library-style bookstore where she'd worked part-time back in high school. Even from this distance, as they got stuck in traffic, she could see the thick volumes displayed within the wooden frames of the windows. She could see the outline of the shelves from inside, the red wash of the old plushy carpet, and the low circular tables laden with paper flowers. It was moderately populated, just enough people scattered within the area, poring over all kinds of books imaginable. It was what the shop prided itself for, the sheer variety of their stock. And if she remembered correctly, Silverfish also housed the taboo books. Witchcraft, demonology, cults, and death. Lots a

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.