Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

And sometimes, when he thinks I'm not looking, I catch him watching me with an expression that makes my heart beat faster. On the eighth night, Mrs. Holloway's enchanted journal delivers its first message: she's made progress decoding the Lens, but needs specific astronomical calculations that require access to equipment at the university in Portland. She'll be gone for two days and warns us to stay vigilant. That evening, an early winter storm rolls in, bringing howling winds that bend the trees surrounding the cabin and rattle the windows in their frames. We build up the fire and settle in the main room with books and hot chocolate, the wild weather making the cabin feel even more like a c

She needs to shift. I turned the journal over in my hands. No signature. No indication of who had been in my room. Just that one sentence and underneath it a small symbol pressed into the cover in what looked like wax. A circle with a line through it that I had never seen before but that my wolf responded to immediately with a recognition that bypassed my brain entirely and landed somewhere older and deeper. Marcus appeared behind me. He looked at the journal and then at my face and came fully into the room and closed the door.

Finding Darkness…PART ONE Johnathan cast an illumination spell that dimly lit the cave. He started to look around for possible exits or anything that could help him possibly escape. He found nothing but the scrolls. He grabbed one and sat down. He opened and stared at the scroll like he was expecting the translation to magically appear or come to him. He stared at it for a long time, and was about to throw the scroll, when he thought he heard a whisper.

A young beautiful woman and a handsome young man with a pale skin. His eyes were red. I was sure that he wasn't a human just as sure I was that he wasn't a werewolf. So what is he? I am yet to find out what he really is. I am hoping to get the answers in the diary that Jonathan gave me. It's even older than the one I had from Mason. I wish I could go through it right now but I can't. This is because I have a wedding to plan and with just two days left, I have been trying to put everything together

I replied, trying to steady myself. As the shaking subsided, we saw that a hidden compartment had opened up in the alter. Inside, we found a book. It was ancient and covered in symbols that we didn't recognize. But as we began to read, we realized that it was a journal. A journal written by one of the members of the vampire clan.

She sensed there was more to uncover, a hidden truth lurking beneath the surface. Before she left, Margaret reached into a drawer and retrieved an old, tattered journal, its pages yellowed with age and its cover adorned with faded symbols. "Take this," Margaret said, extending the journal toward Emma. "It belonged to my great-grandfather, a wise man who delved into the secrets of our town. It might hold the key to understanding the beast that roams our woods." Grateful for the gift, Emma thanked Margaret and left her cottage, her mind buzzing with newfound knowledge. She knew she had stumbled upon something significant—a connection between the recent animal attacks and the ancient werewolf c

The room was dimly lit by a single candle on the bedside table, casting elongated shadows across the walls. As he scoured the room, his eyes fell upon a leather-bound journal placed haphazardly on the writing desk. It bore no lock or seal, and a sense of curiosity compelled him to open it. The pages were filled with Elton's elegant handwriting, detailing his innermost thoughts and emotions. King Rico began to read, and as he did, the words on the pages revealed a startling truth. Elton had been secretly meeting someone, someone with supernatural abilities who had killed his dear friend Rogers and posed a grave threat to his plans for the werewolf world.

Is it wrong to put our wedding first? Caitlin closed her journal and sent down the quill. Still lost in another world, she blinked and looked around the room. She wondered how much time had passed while she was reflecting; she looked out the window and saw that it was twilight, and as she glanced about the room, she saw that Scarlet and Ruth were still fast asleep. On the other side of the room, beneath the torchlight, Caleb seemed to be asleep, too.

“Well, we were still in a pre-casting phase. But I’m aiming for Mina Harker’s friend, Lucy Westenra.” “The girl who was bitten by Count Dracula while she was sleepwalking?”, he replied. “ You read this book too?”, I asked him with amazement. “Umm..well, I planned to say yes so I would look cool, but that would be a lie. Nope, I saw the movie, where Keanu Reeves played Jonathan Harker ones. Too lazy to read the book..”, he answered and grinned widely. OKAAAAAY…he smiled at me! My gosh, he has a very nice smile, and his perfectly white teeth would always make any dentist proud. Take a deep breath and stay calm, Anita. Get yourself together.

My heart beat faster. There was no locking rune, no protection glyph. It opened easily. The first page was handwritten. Ink dark, but fading. ‘Mira Blackwood. Private Notes.’ I sat down on the floor without thinking. Mira…. The name echoed down the back of my skull. I turned the page. September 14th. Something isn’t right. I saw the glyph again. In the garden, near the fountain. No one else noticed, or they’re pretending not to. Professor Adira asked me about Atlas. I told her the truth, that the headaches come after the blackouts. That I can’t tell when Atlas’s looking at me or through me.