Hypnos Book Novels & Stories

Like I was nothing. Every time it loops, I feel like I’m dying again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard Sophia’s voice in the dark. “Oh, Babes…I hate thinking of you with her.” It’s her voice that haunts me the most; sweet and lethal. The same voice that poisoned everything in my life from the beginning.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

“But, I suppose you got here through unconventional means... its possible.” She felt her hopes rising, again. “So how do I get out?”, she asked, following him up the mountain. “Not so fast...what’s your name?” He seemed friendlier now, his once harsh eyes now cool and calming. “Azeasthrath, and...you are?” They were now climbing stairs of a skyscraper, turning every ten steps. “ Hypnos, god of sleep.” He said and the scene changed again. They were standing on a platform, and everything else was just endless black. “Why do you even want to go back so badly?”, he asked looking down. Still black everywhere. “Zoi is there. He made his way into the world and is probably going to destroy it.”

She picked it up carefully because the book looked so fragile and looked like it could shatter at any moment. “Remember,” said Arapeta suddenly, stopping Elora and Caspian in their footsteps. They had reached the doorway, turned around and found Hanupo already standing beside Arapeta’s chair. In such a position, with his back to the light in the dimly lit room, Hanupo became a figure that lived up to his name. Hidden darkness. “Once you refuse my help… I won’t help you anymore. You have to find your own way.” *

She knows a lost battle when she sees one. Besides, a day-off does sounds lovely… although it had been kind of strange to hear from Rei out of nowhere, considering that the son of Hypnos–like his father–preferred to waste his life away in his private hospital room after the Righteous Purge killed most of his family, sleeping and traversing in the land of dreams instead of living his life peacefully on the mortal realm. But sometimes, on a whim, the old man likes to help out as much as he can. Proserpina knows that his grandson personally asking for her must have been serious.

Immediately I became suspicious. The room had been lit with thousands of candles, clearly at Hypnos’ request, chasing away the ominous shadows which had overwhelmed the room. Icelus stood with his back toward us, his shoulders bent slightly in a defeated pose as if he had been chastised like a child – I actually felt bad for a second. He didn’t even glance our way when Lyssia and Warrick came to stand beside us as Hypnos lowered himself into the high-backed silver chair which stood in the centre of the room, the candle light glinting off of it in a mystical way. “Now, let us sort this out once and for all.” Hypnos started, leaning forward in the chair to glare us into submission. “I have hea

He made himself comfortable before lifting his gaze from a smiling Kiara who had been chatting his ears off in a language I didn’t understand. He’s gaze settled on me and after studying me for a moment, he spoke; “I am Hephaestus. Uncle to Kiara and Chaos” “Oh… I’m Alpha River and welcome. I wasn’t informed you were coming” I said with a small smile as I took the seat in front of him “I was supposed to arrive tomorrow but I wasn’t busy today and I decided to pass by” “That’s okay. Do you need me to get Chaos for you?” “No… no actually I came to see you. Chaos had always wanted her own personal library and training center and her mother thought it will be nice to build one for her as a mating

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

"The person who placed the hypnotic spell on me is-- is the enemy" "Who is this person?" I ask. He lays down on the floor, writhing in pain as he struggles for words. "Her name-" "Is?" He begins to tremble violently, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Talk to me, Zylon! Who is it?!" I demand. "H-Hera" he gasps and suddenly he becomes still, the life vanishing from his body. ***

Rico had brought his team to inspect the scene, hoping to uncover something—anything—that might explain what had happened that night. As they combed through the area, Rico’s foot hit something hard beneath the dirt. Frowning, he crouched down and brushed the earth aside, revealing a small, battered book. It was no larger than the palm of his hand, its cover worn and faded with time. He carefully picked it up, flipping it open to the first page. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the words scrawled across the page in messy, hurried handwriting: “I know who Hades is.”