Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

Now that I knew of the author, it was time to see the content. I pulled over off the road and stopped the car. The visibility of the storm had increased, making it impossible for me to continue driving safely. So, instead, I opened the journal and started reading. My eyes skimmed the words, keeping in mind that I was potentially reading from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. And soon enough, I found myself enraptured by the scenes they were depicting. Human on human wars, pacts between humans and supernatural beings, werewolves, Kindred…Human Hunters.

“I was simply being defensive. I truly do care about you, Lorena. I think it’s good that you are guarding Kaya, even from me. You just have to believe me.” He let go of me and walked slowly to the door. “You should use some peroxide drops on those blood stains. It will get them off. How about you start with that to start trusting me?” He finally disappeared and was alone. The taste of his lips haunted me and made me hungry for him. I shook my head. “No Lorena. You can’t fall for him like that.” I got my act together and went to the kitchen to get the peroxide. I sat in the living room with Kaya beside me. I had found Hazel’s journal in the kitchen and was astonished. She had done some readin

The footsteps came maybe an hour later, or maybe it was five minutes, time was weird when you were sitting in complete darkness trying not to panic. I heard them before I heard the lock, footsteps against stone that were getting closer, and I pressed myself back against the wall on instinct even though there was nowhere to go. The lock turned and the door swung open and light flooded in so bright I had to squeeze my eyes shut against it, and when I could finally see again through the tears Jonathan was standing in the doorway holding a wine glass filled with blood. He was wearing a full suit like he’d just come from some fancy event, and there were two vampire behind him who stayed at the do

Katya exclaimed, grabbing a napkin from the table to press against the wound. "It's just a small cut," Charlotte insisted, but as she stood, she noticed a few drops of her blood had fallen onto one of their mother's journals. The moment the blood touched the page, a strange, almost ethereal light began to emanate from the journal. Both of them stared, wide-eyed, as the light grew brighter, casting eerie shadows around the room. A low hissing sound filled the air, and the pages of the journal seemed to ripple, as if alive.

For Ryker and Jude and Nova and Sterling. I lifted my arm, held it over the journal, and watched as my blood rained down on its pages. My lips moved, murmuring the incantation. The moon was in the sky now. Hopefully it was high enough for this to work. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my arm fell, knocking the journal onto the floor. “No,” I whispered, my voice growing weak. As my vision began to blur, I was thrust back into the memory of when I’d met up with Alpha Hunter earlier that day.

I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I looked at Jonathan with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks because I had to leave him. ‘When will our suffering end?’ I wondered while my doleful gaze fixed on my Jonathan. "Mia, you need to go, please. You have to understand, Jonathan is craving human blood, he is not in his senses, and he gets mad after seeing a human." As James explained things to me, I cast one final gloomy glance at Jonathan before departing with James. ***

It was like it was happening in reality, and he was just simply a witness, but in truth,this was yet to occur. After a while of addressing the dark witches, Hazel was handed a book by one of them, and she started to perform some rituals, and everything he was witnessing soon made him sick to his stomach It went on, and he felt like he had been here for hours without returning. When will this end. It wasn't pleasant seeing a future like this. what happened next, further shocking Johnathan as he continued to believe the scene that unfolded before his eyes. There was a rumble on the ground like an earthquake, and Hazel moved from where she was standing, and he watched as a tomb slowly started t

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I opened up his notebook and began flipping through the pages. The content at the beginning of the notebook was normal at first. However, when I flipped to the latest pages, his handwriting had become messier and less legible, and he'd written with such force that the ink had bled right through the paper behind it. "October 12th. Shit. Her scent changed. It’s the scent of a mature she-wolf now, as sweet as honey. I can't control this damned restlessness anymore."

Slowly, Damian opened the journal. The first pages contained ordinary entries. Business meetings. Travel schedules. Personal notes. Nothing remarkable. Then the tone changed. Abruptly. Dangerously. The handwriting grew rushed. Uneven. Desperate. As though Charles had been writing under pressure. Under fear. Seraphina's heart pounded as Damian turned page after page. Then he stopped. Both stared at the same sentence. Written in dark ink across an entire page. They found Marcus. The room fell silent. Marcus Holloway again.

“I am so sure that this is where I slide it. No, this can't be happening. You know, it was as if my life was dependent on this, and maybe my stay here was too. The thought sent a shudder through me and sent a fresh wave of unease through me, but I forced myself to push it aside. I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to push away the growing headache as I already started feeling anxious. I tried so hard to steady my breathing, believing that I was in the right chamber. I stood emotionless for what seemed like ten minutes or more. ‘This is insanely out of this world, I must say.’ Thinking back and forth about what could have happened to the journal. ‘What if Alpha Kieren had arranged