Hushed Book Novels & Stories

Her wanderings led her to a momentary pause, her gaze fixated on a room visible through the translucent Thai glass. Intrigued by the mysterious room, Hazel gingerly turned the knob and stepped into what appeared to be a sanctuary of knowledge, lined with towering bookshelves. The air inside was laced with the scent of aged paper. What is it? Is he really fond of books? Her fingers traced the spines of the books. Unable to resist the allure, Hazel reached for a book titled "Little Women." Leaning against its edge, she resisted the urge to sit and instead propped herself up, opening the book to its first page.

the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

My chest pounds. I push forward. Finally, the grove. The clearing is scorched at the edges, filled with bone-white trees and earth turned to charcoal. In the center, half-buried in soot and shadow, the Ashbane pulses. It glows faintly violet in the dying light, like it's breathing. I step forward. And the whispers begin. They rise from beneath. From the ash itself. Soft at first. Then louder. Clearer. Words I have not heard in years, monster… impure… wolfspawn… fatherless.

Determined, she stood up straight, her eyes roaming around the room to take in anything she might have missed thus far. There, in the dimmest recess of the corner, was something shining, it was the oldest and dustiest book. Her heart leapt with a mere glimpse of hope. She rushed over, dusting it with her fingers in great sweeps and tracing out the leather cover with her other hand. Her eyes widened as she read the faded words etched onto it: The Curse of the Moonstone.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

The man fought to breathe, his face turning purple. "You don't deserve it. None of you do!" the Chief exclaimed and hurled his henchman across the room. "I paid for her to be here with me. I bought her.” He gave a twist to the gigantic vase at the corner. It creaked. The loaded bookshelf turned around, revealing the dark secret behind it. Clover's photos were all over—from fully covered to strapless and everything in between. Ogling with his longing eyes, he rubbed his hardened cock against the pictures and moaned. "You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all."

She decided the only way to salvage herself was to allow him to see what she meant. ‘I am sorry if what I said right there sounded a bit harsh but before you say anything I would like you to hear me out. You must have heard the saying that we must not judge a book by its covers and this saying applies to a dear friend of mine, I am sure you are aware of who I am referring to. Anyway, I would like to take you back to the night you saw us at the night club’ Trish remarked

"We both know the council your father is getting. His generals would think this the best time to show strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothing of theirs can be used against these five, talkless about one. I wonder why anyone would think to create these beings." From what Anna had read about them from her family's old book, these five whispers were created to protect the secrets of the sea. They were the very build of silence, made to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence, nothing ever wen

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed