Ichor: Book Novels & Stories

Before finding the chiabin to hopefully find the solitude to check myself and survive the night. When I came back to the room she was sitting up with her orb lighting a worn leather book in her hands. She glanced up, giving me a languid once-over and a soft smile. She sighed contentedly going back to her book. I slid in next to her. "That doesn't look like the trashy romance novels my mom used to read. What is it?" I asked, remembering Beau said she liked books, as I fluffed the dead pillow I pilfered from the linen closet. "A boring ritual concept book from 1800 Bulgaria," she said like it was nothing. I leaned over glancing at the page. A completely different language staring back at me. M

"What do you mean?" Dr. Percy walks over to a hidden compartment in the wall and retrieves a worn, leather-bound book. Its pages are yellowed with age, and strange symbols are etched into its cover. "This is the Grimoire of Shadows," he says, holding it out to Chloe. "It contains spells and rituals of immense power—power that comes at a great cost. If we are to stand any chance against the creature, we must be willing to use it." Chloe hesitates, eyeing the book warily. "You’re asking me to embrace the very thing that created that monster?"

“Not just magic. A presence.” She led us into her study, a cramped room packed with scrolls, bones, and bottles full of moonlight and dried herbs. The air smelled like age and dust and secrets. Lira handed me a book wrapped in black velvet. “This was forbidden long ago. But now, it’s your only chance.” I opened it carefully. Inside were pages written in blood ink, symbols that flickered and changed when I looked too long. At the top of the first page: "The Witch Who Was."

As I spin I stifle a scream. Making its way through the trees is something truly out of a myth. From top to bottom it is a mish-mash of creatures. Its twin heads are that of both a goat and a lion. The heads join at the shoulders to the body of a lion, all ending in a tail with a serpent's head. Growing up I was always interested in mythology. The name of the creature easily came to mind; Chimera. I try to back away slowly, hoping it hasn’t yet noticed me.But as per my usual clumsy self, I end up tripping over my own feet.

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

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I hoped something to happen…but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, we felt the book….move. The book began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the table. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Xenos threw his hands on either side of him and threw his head back. He began chanting again, the words feeling more ominous and eerie to me. The book stopped rattling all of a sudden and it grew silent. And then before I could suck in my breath, the book’s pages flipped and it lay open. From the center, rose a dark circle.