Hidden Bodies Book Novels & Stories

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Laying in what looked like a peaceful position, we had found him. His face was pale, his body seemingly untouched. Around him my people knelt in respect, awaiting my arrival. Alexis waited nearby to report what they had found, her face grave, the usual defiant glint in her eyes put out. “We couldn’t find anything, anyone. There are no wounds on him at all. There’s no way to determine how he died before an autopsy.” She spoke in a monotone, emotionless and dead inside. “Thank you, Alexis.” I strode past her, feeling much the same before I knelt beside Cole. My hand reached out to take his within it.

She had been so close to proving it. She tried to push herself up again, her arms trembling. Her hand brushed something cold and wet on the floor. She turned her head slowly, ignoring the fresh wave of pain. Four bodies. Four dead bodies lay scattered around the dim, abandoned warehouse-like room. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and sticky. Their eyes were open, staring at nothing. They looked like young girls. Elena’s breath caught. She forced herself to stay calm, swallowing the rising panic. Stay alive. Stay focused.

I let out a horrified scream that even made Byron jump in his seat. “What...what are those?” I whispered at the ominous dead bodies lying on the ground. “Holy crap.” Byron looked stunned. His eyes seemed to focus on the corpses in front of us intently. “These bodies must have been here for a long time, but they never deteriorated. Fascinating.” I turned to him. “Byron, nothing is fascinating about dead bodies.”

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

Is it something that'll change everything if it's exposed to the world? And if Damian knew what was on that page… had he been the one to rip it out? My stomach twisted violently. I slammed the book shut and shoved it aside. I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The shadows on the walls seemed to crawl closer. I curled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. All those bodies, why keep them? Does Damian have a fetish for dead bodies or this is something completely different. Something unexpected. Something bigger than I expected

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

SEAN Mysteries piled up like the papers on my study table. Ryan sat across from me, his sharp eyes flicking over every document, yet even his brilliance couldn’t make sense of what we’d just uncovered. I’d thought we would make use of his intrinsic intelligence, but even his brain failed him when it came to this. The missing bodies had returned. No corpses. No spirits. No ghosts. They were living, breathing through flesh and blood with no memory of the past month..