Horrible Books Novels & Stories

The danger had already triggered and Lima understood it was time for Amara to know the truth. 1653 AD, when everything was going right in her realm, a monster attacked the land of Princess Veronica. He was a womanizer, a devil under the pretence of a human. He learnt black magic from a wicked sorceress and started attacking woman. With his evil powers he smelled ladies and attacked them with no trace of compassion. He brutally molested ripping them apart and killed them. With just a trace of him, the females ran away and men were frightened of his savagery.

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me." Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…" Exactly. I killed Edgar. As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring. Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.

Its stone walls and tall windows gave it an almost cathedral-like appearance, and inside, the smell of aged paper and ink filled the air. Fatima and I wasted no time. We dove into the shelves, pulling out books about werewolves, local legends, and anything remotely connected to monsters. The hours ticked by, and the pile of books around us grew taller, but our frustration mounted. “Nothing,” Fatima muttered, slamming a book shut. “There’s nothing about deformed humans or monsters. It’s like we’re chasing shadows.” I rubbed my temples, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm me. “Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place. There has to be something—there’s always something.”

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Chapter 42 Nightmare An hour has passed ever since she arrived at the library reading the pile of books she had randomly chosen, and half of it was strangely about werewolves while the other half is about some kind of diary. For the past hour, she realized that this pile of books was either true or was here just for fun. But knowing Nicholas as the uptight boss to others and the big puppy to her, she can’t think that this is some type of joke. The things written inside sounded so credible after some of them wrote down facts that are known to humans. And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling.

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

I start picking through the small pile of dusty books finding mostly descriptions of executions—infant executions. These aren’t informational books, they’re histories, and our history is darker than I knew. Abominations or not, I don’t think I could kill a child in the crib. Hundreds of stories, hundreds of lives snuffed out, but then how many lives did their sacrifice save? What monsters would these children have become? By the time I’ve finished the third book, I’ve learned nothing, and I’m not sure I can take anymore. I eye the fourth and final book. It’s older than the rest from the look of it. The title scrolled across its cracked leather binding long faded and eligible.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”