Horrible Books Novels & Stories

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

He shrugged. Tumikhim ako at napabuntong hininga. "Hmmm. I love reading books." "What book?" He asked softly. "Novels. More on Rom-com and fantasy." "What about horror?" He asked. Nakakunot ko siyang binalingan. "Ayaw ko nun! Nakakatakot!" I react violently. He chuckled bago natahimik at napa-isip. "Hmmm... Erotic book?" Nanlaki ang mga mata ko ng binalingan siya. "Ew...kadiri ka! Siguro nagbabasa ka nun noh?" Nagugulat na tanong ko.

I had a feeling the fiery pits of Satan's supposed abode would be a far better destination than whatever now awaited us on the other side. * I'd never imagined Hell to look like a library. Hell was a child's bedroom. Hell was face down in a pillow. Hell was a needle. Hell was a man's voice, the roughness of his beard, the grip of his hands. The Vaults of the Divine Council wasn't Hell, of course, because as Ethan had said, Hell didn't technically exist, but I could tell instantly that this wasn't just a library either, even if it did look like one.

“The Nexus is deeper, but we need supplies, weapons, and a clearer path. We go up, cross the quad, and find a new route down.” Damien checked the shadows around them. “The main exit is compromised. We’ll have to fight our way through the upper library again.” Serena stood between them, eyes still red from crying but glowing with determination. “I’ll open a temporary path. Stay close.” They ascended the stairs like ghosts of war. The Grand Archive Chamber’s dome shattered behind them as they left. The horde roared back to life. The upper library was worse than before. Bookshelves had been toppled like dominos. Pages fluttered through the air like dying butterflies. Infected swarmed everywhere

I had to believe they were doing it for a good reason. I walk further into the room and see a row of red leather books all along the back wall on shelves. I rip a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages; every spell in here is black magic. I grab another book and another. They are all full of black magic, words of evil, each book darker and darker. I flip to a page that says “removing souls, the patient must endure months of torture to separate the soul from the body.” I stare at the page in disbelief. Is this what they are doing down here?

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

“Did he hurt you?” I hated that smooth, almost kind voice, because it was a lie. There was nothing kind about the man staring at me with black eyes. Madness shone out of them. It was like looking into the eyes of a shark. They were empty of anything remotely human. I shook my head, not daring myself to speak.

There were also immortal books made of multi-colored ancient jades, golden books covered with dazzling, lustrous golden lights, and even strange books enveloped by lightning. Alex was dumbfounded just by looking at them. He looked at the crowd around him and realized that no one looked in that direction. Even if he reminded them by making vague references, they failed to sense anything. Pigsy even came over and passed through the bookshelf, yet it found nothing. Sensing no anomaly, it was as if the bookshelves containing the bizarre books were utterly nonexistent. “Do you find this table a little odd?” Alex deliberately said after he walked to the table and knocked it.

Inside Baron Legro personal collection's I found a book called 'Hatred of The Dead' it's a necromicon, a tome of necromancer that teaches how to dwell in the art of necromancy. In Hatred of the Dead, the books teaches how to perform and make all sort of undead monsters, I planning to make and undead army for the assault and use that to weaken the Holy city, wont it be funny and utterly humiliating if undeads sprawled inside the holy land. I've decided to make the 'abomination' a level 5 Undeads that can infect and undead curse on anything that dead and resurrected them to be part of it's army, though abominations wasn't really a strong monster, but the curse it had was quite troublesome for