Historic Novels & Stories

My mind raced, grappling with the impossible. I hated when my memory failed me, when crucial knowledge eluded my grasp. I was one hundred percent sure I had learned about this before, the forbidden art of resurrection. Bringing someone back from the dead was unheard of in this day and age, a concept relegated to ancient myths, but once upon a time, it was able to be done. Only it was considered dark magic, twisted and dangerous. If only I could remember, if only the missing pieces of my past would slot into place.

“It has two floors. The first floor has three rooms and one balcony and the third floor has two rooms and one secret room.” “Secret room?” Noelle raised her brows in confusion. “Your husband wants a house that has a secret room which means a safe room. Let me show you.” He led them upstairs and entered the second room. They stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror. “Here it is.” He stepped up to it and clicked codes before the mirror whirled around and revealed a white room. “Come on in.”

Archie answered frankly, as is. "Ah yes. I almost forgot. You are a Hybrid." mumbled Lyla. "Yeah... Anyway, that's how it is. So, don't be surprised if in the future I do this in a hurry like now." Archie said firmly – wanting to tell and explain at the same time, worried that in the future Lyla would still ask the same question. *** It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the border between the black forest, Eastwood and the East West District. The place where he first met Damien Skarsgard, a place that has bad memories and history in his life.

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

She looks always once she thought of what she was doing, openly staring at her supposed brother's arbs and chest, which seemed very visible through his white shirt. "There is this new place, which got opened." Gerald chips in. "The Grand Palace." He says, picking Alexandra's attention. She had heard how dope the place want. Honestly, she also wished to hang out there, some time. "The Grand Palace it is!" Christopher says with a smile. "Can I tag along?" Only the look Rapheal gave her alone, was enough to make her go dumb. Alexandra keeps shut immediately. "It's a double date!" Madison responds, which sounded more like an attack to Alexandra.

she nursed me and dragged me to the bar counter. "The strongest hard drink," Cassandra and I said to the bartender. "It's been 2 years Ayesha, you still can't move on with your ex?" she broke the silence and then slammed the counter. Move on? How to do that? Why is it that every time I tried, I still come back to the beginning? "There are probably things in the world that we will never forget," I said with my bitter language and raw smile. "He's stupid," my friend replied angrily then drank her wine.

Did they look outside? Anna pushed the trowel down hard, digging past the loose surface soil, expecting to hit a root or a rock. Instead, her trowel made a dull, metallic clunk. She froze, every muscle in her body instantly tense. Working quickly, heart pounding against her ribs, Anna scraped away the dirt with her hands. A few inches down, she uncovered a rectangular object: a waterproof, tightly sealed metal box. It was a small, heavy safe, roughly the size of a large shoebox.

Somewhat taken back by my question he thought it over as he sighed, “First of all, not all vampires are blood thirsty monsters, okay. The first ever vampire originated from a man named Ambrogio, he was an Italian born adventurer and wasn’t a vampire to start off with, he was human. He was born sometime in the 13th century BC, to understand what vampires are you need to understand how and why they came to be,” I nodded as I lulled over this, “And werewolves, I guess you’re going to tell me their placid little puppies,” Sighing his eyebrow furrowed a bit more,