Hypnos Book Novels & Stories

“Today started off totally normal. I got up, had my coffee and went into work. I had a clumsy moment, but then some insane, controlling jerk came in. He orders me around and for some reason I have to do what he says. I have no other option even though my brain screams for me to run. He takes me, against my will I might add, to the park. In the middle of fricken winter, and throws me into a freezing cold lake. And now, even this could be explained as you being a mental patient but then I am transported off of Earth and then I am attacked. Attacked by a creature of myth. And of all the things you could possibly have asked me, you ask if I am okay!. My chest is heaving by the time I finish. “I

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Dash would try to state some things around him that wouldn’t be affected by the lip lock and though it’s been a challenge, it’s getting us somewhere. We still haven’t gone very far with unlocking the blank page of the Book of the Undead. The Zetas have been working day and night to solve the secret behind cracking the code, including Hilda. What’s more, it’s all she does all day in her room. A lot of books about demons, runes, and potions—as they said it—were shipped to her room and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was planning to turn her room into a library.

I almost laughed at the thought, but the sound died in my throat as my gaze landed on the open book before me. Bruja. Only I could see the book and how its pages flipped on their own, fluttering like wings, stopping abruptly at a single page. I could see it clearly in my mind even though the book wasn’t near me. “Frosndomd Dexali Hippocampus,” I whispered, not even realizing I was chanting a spell. The rock glowed violently and then everything pulled. It was like my soul was being sucked into it. “Every element on earth holds memories,” a voice whispered in my head.

(Isabel’s POV) The first sound was a sharp, splintering crash, like glass screaming as it shattered. My body jerked, but my eyelids wouldn't open. Desperate for a rare, weightless moment of sleep, I pulled the thin blanket over my head. Another crash ripped through the air, but this time it was closer. I groaned and opened my eyes halfway, but the light stung. I shut them again and wished the noise away. Broken glass was not part of the morning routine. As one of the omega orphans assigned to kitchen duty, mornings usually began with the clanging of a spoon on a dented pot. This was something different. The sound was harsh and violent, as though there had been a fight.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

"I shall keep thee healthy in thy flesh and bones. I shall protect thee and I shall look after thee. I shall be between thee and any sickness. I shall grant all life, health, and a great and goodly old age." As Babi screeched, lunging toward him, Horus ruffled his feathers, sending a fine rain down over the humans. The fluid was subtly scented with the bloom of the lotus and jasmine, the gorgeous perfume drawing away the sense of danger, or at least the anxiety and panic that all of them were feeling. All except for Kyle, who dropped to his knees, staring into space as if all his reason had been drained from him. A thin trail of salvia escaped from his mouth, jaw slack.