Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

Within the first three journals, the writer – that human – the owner of those journals, maintains to regularly write down, regardless of how hard their situation was, they remain happy, satisfied and follow all the rules for their safety. Weirdly, as the pages are written shorter and shorter from one whole to half with his erratic and undistinguishable scribbles than how it was before. Stating how his parents are starting to act strange every night, looking far at the mountain tops during full moon and when an animal starts to howl loudly. Whispering like someone could hear them from the outside and how their eyes are sharp like hunters. Ultimately, numerous sheets are left blank and ‘Almost

“Well, they appear in fits and starts. I’d say when the portal randomly opened and something came through it. But you can’t exactly expect the locals and law enforcement of the time to believe some monsters from another world were having lunch on a few stray humans and animals. There’re reports of cougars and coyotes receiving the same treatment as the human victims.” “Humans are probably the preferred food, but anything would do at the time. I wonder if there’s anything in that journal that can tell us how they dealt with the Fear Mongers and things. I’ll go get it, it’s in my room.” “Great, more things to look at. You really need to help with some of this research. I know you hate anything

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

Trying to remember how to get back to my room proved to be a trying task and it took me a few minutes to find the right path in the maze of hallways that was Cain's home. After I finally found my bedroom, I unpacked my suitcase, sent Zak a text to tell him I had arrived and was safe, and then took a shower. In a fresh set of pajamas, I sat down in front of the fire I had started in the fireplace and took my grandfather's books out of my bag. After Jai had made a comment about them that morning on the train, I had stowed them away in the bottom of my bag. Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate.

As she interacted with the pack, an indescribable joy swirled within my heart. "Aiden, a word." Arthur pulls me out of my reverie and I could not help the grunt of annoyance that escape me. Nonetheless, I know that this guy never disturbs me unless there is an urgent matter. He just chuckles as he walks towards the unfinished pack house. "Remember the journal you found in your study?" He asks and I nod in affirmation. "It contained detailed methods of torture for the werewolf kind. Right now, we have completed all the remedies as per your orders. However, I feel like the vampires and witches will direct their rage at humans."

I got it. We watched as Jones walked to his car, a raised Hummer that screamed narcissistic personality disorder. He hefted his overweight body into the driver’s seat and churned the engine over, letting it roar to life. I sat back on my heels and watched him drive away, two dark Lycan shadows following him. I stood up and stretched. “Jones is gone for the night, and no one is guarding the grounds. Let’s move up the timetable and search his office. I have everything we’ll need. I brought it just in case.”

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

He was still alive. “It’s me! Let me in, quick!” She heard the keyhole slot move, then suddenly, several locks were unchained, and the door opened up. She and Sera quickly went inside, and he locked the door behind them. Caitlin and Jonah stared at each other, both stunned. Jonah, though, was much more shocked to see Caitlin standing there, with Sera, each holding weapons, each covered in blood. He was speechless. Caitlin quickly surveyed the apartment, and saw Jonah’s father lying on the couch, barely conscious. She saw the sores on his face, the tell-tale signs of plague. Her heart went out to him, and to Jonah. At least they were alive.

, she giggled. A half-crazed man barreled into the kitchen and came to a halt whipping his head around until his golden eyes landed on Ophelia. She was standing there giggling and his eyes switched to brown. I couldn't believe what I saw. I tried to figure out why his eyes would change colors. Rainn read my mind, "My love, you remember Jamison, don't you?" I nodded my head, still staring at him. "Why did his eyes change from gold to brown?" Rainn laughed a little, "Well I wanted to explain everything to you before everyone came back but Liam and I are the only hunters in the group that were human before our transition. Jamison over there is a bear shifter and, like Ophelia explained, she's a

I carefully picked it up, my gloved hands trembling with anticipation. The journal belonged to the cannibal, a testament to his dark secrets, and possibly the key to unraveling the mystery that had consumed my every waking moment. Back at my office, I delved into the journal, my eyes devouring the words scrawled on its pages. The entries revealed a disturbed mind, detailing the cannibal's insatiable hunger and his twisted pleasure in the suffering of others. The more I read, the clearer the picture became. The stranger had been writing notes during his stay at the bunker. These notes contained his grief, pain, and what he felt after feeding on those innocent souls on the streets and in the w