Grimdark Books Novels & Stories

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

I nodded when raised his brow. "Thank you, Sir," Blake said with a lopsided smile as he looked at Daddy, concerned. I let out a chuckle when they started moving their heads like they're communicating with each other without talking. "Hey, Blake, let's go upstairs first," I said and he nodded. "Yeah, I think I need to pee." He mutters quietly before we walked towards the stairs. OOPS, SORRY TO CUT THE SCENE! JUST WANT TO INFORM YOU GUYS THAT I WILL PUBLISH A WEREWOLVES GENRE BOOK SOON! HERE'S THE PROLOGUE!💛

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"What do you mean?" Sonia looked at Jason, her voice hoarse but clear. "Natalie stole the Black Book of Eldros... from one of the oldest witch tribes that once lived in the far north." Patrick's brows furrowed. "Eldros? I thought they were wiped out decades ago." "They were," Sonia said slowly. "But some of their relics remained hidden... scattered... guarded by bloodline protectors. The book was never meant to be touched again. It contains spells of pain, war, and death. Even I was forbidden to learn them."

Lord Zarek only threw a gaze at me but said nothing. The Lycans whispered something to each other, and part of their conversation ended with a witch hunt. It made me wonder if we were out to hunt witches. We boarded the carriage and rode off. I sat closer to Lord Korran, while Fenrik sat directly opposite me. I had a book in his hands that he was reading from. “Still reading that witch's book,” Lord Korran said. “You know I've been wondering how a Velkrin could appear without the presence of a vampire,” Fenrik said.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

Other than Azael and Reuel, the three men jumped to their feet instantly. They were utterly spooked to find blood and immediately, their gaze turned to the twins. Oddly, the brothers were calm as they sat in their chairs. Their face was unfathomable and Elise couldn’t make out what was running in their minds. However, it didn’t matter to her. They may deny as much as they want. But eventually, their crimes would come to light one day. After all, karma was a bitch.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

I get sleep only when I am fainted due to exhaustion. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the day when he came back. I went home after work that night, I was hungry. I quickly unlocked the door and switched on the lights because I am scared of darkness. It always feels like some creepy thing will come crawling towards me from the dark corner. Not to mention that my house is built on the graveyard, I would have sold it a long time ago but my grandmother had built it with so much love and the second problem is, no one wants that house. They think it's haunted and I am crazy to live in a place like that.

Another board has fallen off the broken window that adorns the front, and it looks like the hellhound, Grim, has trampled over the wild garden flowers that were just starting to grow again. Speaking of Grim. Crimson eyes blinked into the night. They roamed over every inch of the darkness before settling on her like a compass seeking true north. Her favourite little demon spawn emitted a growl into the night, making hot embers glow as he bared his teeth to them.