Moribito Book Novels & Stories

This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences. "Yes. A book of immense power, so old it's dangerous. It has to be destroyed." I sighed. The book had been the target of previous attempts to destroy it. The first time I was fortunate enough to find the book was when Sat Aline threw it into the forest. And now this man was asking me to commit the unthinkable act of burning the Grimoire. "I'm just a human, I'm not part of your werewolf world," I argued again. She nodded solemnly. "But Luna, you're the only one who can do this."

I want my mother to finally see him the way I do. "See what I mean." He gesture to my mother with his finger pointed at me. "I can't cope with her being so aggressive. This is what I told you about. You should talk to her or... I will..." His voice is calm now. The manipulating bastard. He is going to pin this on me. My behaviour. "Lilith..." I turn my eyes to my mother seeing her eyes closing, blood gliding from her head over her closed eyelids. "Mamma!" I cry when her head falls forward hitting the table. Antonio jump up at the sudden chaos when a bullet pierce through his heart. I watch him stumble back a few feet when another bullet penetrate through the skin on his forehead and his body

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Norbert woke up with a splitting headache. His eyes and throat was sore, and he knew his voice was going to be even more hoarse. Someone was definitely banging a Zulu drum in his head, cos' it really hurt. He winced and shut his eyes again. Something warm was wrapped around him, and as he struggled to look... he realized it wasn't something. It was someone.. A female, a sleeping angel, so soft he didn't ever want to let go of her.. ever!!

My Tormentor Is My Lover Copyright © 2025, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Michelle Morripin I couldn't take it anymore... My body was so fragile, as if it would break at any moment. Every limb wanted to give up... I could still taste blood in my mouth, the pain in my ribs was still intense... I couldn't take it anymore. Could anything worse happen? Right? That's when the unexpected happened... That worm... He came back. The son of a bitch was bleeding, but even so, he didn't stop. He came at me, fast, thirsty... Like an animal.

she ordered. She reached for the journal, opened it to a marked page, held it above his head. “Aloud.” His voice came muffled against her flesh. “April 3, 2005 First full submission. I bound her spread-eagle on the library table. Whipped her breasts until they were crimson, then fucked her throat until she gagged. She came untouched when I called her my perfect little cunt. Afterward she thanked me on her knees, licking my boots clean.” Mira’s breathing grew ragged as he read. Her hips bucked, grinding against his mouth. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking fast.

she said, skeptically raising an eyebrow. The top floor of the library's restricted section was dark, haunting, and built entirely of maurium. There were maurium lamps scattered senselessly throughout the room without reason, sloppily hanging from wall hooks and set carelessly on shelves or tables, establishing an eerie purple glow throughout the presently deserted area. She glanced around the shadowed room. Bookcases filled with books, dust, and cobwebs lined the walls. There was a large table in the center with a mat on it along with a few stray books with pens and papers. There were piles of books on the ground surrounding the table and some of the shelves, some nearing the height of the