Handbook For The Recently Deceased Book Novels & Stories

“You look worse than I do.” “I feel worse,” I muttered. “I need something. A text, a codex, anything older than the Circle of Nine’s archives.” He raised an eyebrow. “Malakar?” I nodded. “Come in.” The room was cramped, filled with makeshift shelves lined with every book he’d brought from the Eastern Keep. The Elders' sleeping mats were rolled to the corners to make space for study. A single lantern lit the room with an amber glow. “I brought a few volumes that may help,” he said, gesturing to a stack by the hearth. “One of them includes references to Umbra-binding and soul-shadow entanglement. Rare, but I remember it mentioning corrupted twins of the spirit.”

It was Dracula. ‘Brother. It's good to hear from you. I was thinking of reaching out to check on you and your mate’. I said. ‘I'm in a big mess right now brother’. His voice trembled and I sat upright. ‘She can't be dead. I would have felt it’. I said in an almost whisper. ‘No no. Not that kind of mess. She still won't take me back brother. She wants to leave and I can't let her. I've waited so long. I can't let her leave’. He said in terror. I could feel the brokenness in his voice.

- You know Nana, you have no idea if it will be a new life, but you choose revenge, when in doubt. - She said. - That's a sure choice. - She said. In the world of the living. Among a select group of occultists, among the followers of the Um-Mu cult, some copies of the book of revenge were disseminated, where it was inscribed, it talked about revenge, which could lead a person who died by violence or suicide to return to plan her revenge, of course, in exchange for eternal damnation, in the midst of trading death for death, being the jailer of the source of her revenge.

Instead, the writing was upside down. I turned the handbook upside down and began flipping to the right. “Hmm. Her handwriting is different here,” I muttered, skimming through everything. It contained the details of her parents' death, her time serving Talon, and when she was finally handed over to us as a peace treaty. After that, there was nothing else. I shut the handbook and stared outside the window. The door pushed open and Draven's scent wafted through the air. “Did you bring it?” I asked, turning sideways to him. Draven closed the distance between us and handed over the letter that the council received before Naeris was thrown in the dungeon.

No match to the aura that clung to her. I turned another page, frustration creeping into my chest. The book was meticulous—births, deaths, even lost heirs, and yet she was a ghost in all of it. A shadow that didn’t belong anywhere. My gaze drifted toward a second, smaller volume hidden behind the larger ones. The Book of the Fallen Packs. The title alone carried a chill. Those who were wiped from the records after the wars, their families scattered or erased. I set it down carefully and flipped it open. The entries were old, ink faded to brown, but one name caught my attention, House of Velmir.

It's hard to focus without her, but I lead Axar into the small library with me as I begin to search. Having been alive for so long I've acquired many books and ancient pieces of literature. Some are in immaculate shape, others are torn segments and several pages, barely tethered together by bits of spine. Many of these are family heirlooms as well, handwritten and handed down to future generations for guidance. Some are my own notes and contacts, roughly scribed here and there and then stuffed back onto shelves. I find several books on banshees and a couple on cambions. I find some on death as well, and I stack it into my arms with the rest the pile. "Take this one too." Axar softly suggest

“Is this her soul? “Well damn, I can see spirits too now,” Alex muttered under his breath. As the saying goes, it is impossible to revive the deceased. However, in the Ultimate Book of Medicine, there’s still hope for someone who had just passed. He tapped on Cheryl’s shoulder, “Can I have a go?” She didn’t even look at him, “Stop messing around.” Alex then dragged her harshly to the side, “You’re not helping.” Cheryl stumbled aside, annoyed by his actions.

He smiled again. "Not a bad book to start with. Have you read IT?" I nodded. "That was my first by him. Hmmm I wonder." He left my side and began to look through the books. He left the section I was in and after a few minuets returned with another book. He handed it to me and I studied it. It wasn't a book or author I knew. "I haven't read this one." I said. "Good it's one of my favorites. Do you enjoy vampire novels?" I nodded. "You'll like this then. There are some erotic moments just a heads up." He said it so indifferently that I didn't know how to react.

"However, I'll say it again. You must be careful of your old heart. Don't be scared to death by him." As soon as he finished speaking, Huya directly moved his hand, and the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book was completely opened...