Moribito Book Novels & Stories

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

“Nothing special. Just a plain library. I already sensed something’s odd going on about her, so I sneaked upstairs out of curiosity and took this at least.” Takumi held his chin. It’s either those marks weren’t there before or Tomoya can’t see them at all with his plain vision. “So, what’s with that book then?” Scott asked, pointing the book with his lips. “It’s a grimoire, containing Shane’s family secrets. At least that’s what I’ve understood, so far,” Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

“Mirai Nikki?” This means a future diary and the very diary-like book HE’s holding right now, but in truth is just covering it with a simple façade of such from the reality that it is the book of this certain world and entitled as the ‘DEATH REINCARNATE’. HE smiles and at the same time closes the book that HE is holding, as HE simply replies. “Well you see, everything is running up to the highest peak of the mountain, as the typical end of the current loop is almost at its end.

David's face burned tomato red as Satake shifted to the side. Hesitant, David turned in his direction and noticed his eyes were closed. He wasn't sleeping. At least not deep enough to be considered a slumber. Satake's eyes opened again. His attention flew to the book nestled on David's bosom. "What is that?" He asked. "A book about relics," David replied, sitting up and placing the book on his laps to hide his bulge. Satake did the same.

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

It's already weaker than what he felt earlier, and he could tell based on her breathing that she is slowly feeling the consequences. "What?" Mira yelled. "Do you plan to block every bullet for your man like this?" she asked before pulling a small book from her pocket. It was the size of a folded phone, but she held it proudly, like it was the most precious thing. "Mansakti mahrami felestnitie," she began to whisper in an unknown language. Zoren found it weird, but it was not doing anything to him. But the moment he heard Verena's painful yells, it hit him.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."