Necro Book Novels & Stories

Naya had already arrived at the study, she was rummaging through the books in the study, she was too excited, she did not know what she would find, but she felt that it would help her in her path to get revenge for Zach’s death. She kept up with her search in the study, until she came to a section with books on magic and its application, they were all old books even the covers had a sign of the passage of time, she rummaged through the shelves one after the other, but she did not pick any one of them she was just looking at them. Suddenly she found a book to the side, it was made with leather skin and it was red in color, as soon as Naya set her eyes on the book, she was intrigued, because i

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

“What do you think about this?” Nico took the book and glanced through it, trying not to think about the electric jolts that had bolted up his spine at the brush of their fingers. He flipped through the book, his eyes taking in the words on the pages. “A reincarnation trope?” he asked, squinting his brows. “Mmhm.” “So why’s it so lackluster? I know I’m only skimming but I haven’t caught a single glimpse of anything interesting or attention-worthy in these pages.” Nico glanced up at Theo, a genuine confusion on his face. “Is this normal?”

This so-called secret was obviously was not good news. Wiping his eyes, his dad moved away. “Get some sleep. You have to stay out late tonight.” Nico nodded and obediently walked over to his room. ‘So is it the war or the Alpha king or... what is it?’ He found a random book on his table. “Huh. This is not mine,” he picked it up. It was a hardbound leather book with hand stitched bindings. Curiously, he opened it up. Inside there were pages and pages unknown writing. It was a language that he did not have any knowledge of.

Winter "What?" Alec whirls around and stands, and I hear the pop of his fangs emerging. I can't even find the words. What I'm seeing is so strange, so unexpected. Everything we've come across so far in this pocket dimension falls in the land of natural. This is so obviously man made. "That." I point.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

he shrugged and kept on walking as he opened a door showing me the library with its vast collection of books. "Come here I want to show you something." He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me further into the room. Gergo was fast to sniff under the big gorgeous windows. I gasped when I saw the books. So many of them, but not because of the amount. I saw hundreds of books upon entering the space. But when Nero tapped his pointer on the title, my eyes widened in pure surprise. "Oh...ohhh..." I was fast to take one off the shelf and open it. The Illustration of death. It was such a perfect title that my hands felt clammy, I have to wipe them dry before I went to one of the sofas

Yay I cannot thank you all enough for reading my book. All the support I have gotten was beyond anything I could've imagined. I'm sad that this book has come to an end but I already have ideas for new ones. The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate An Abnormality. That is what Nicolette is. A monster that has to be kept hidden from the world. A witch. A vampire. A werewolf. All in one person. Such power in such a small form.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

Ramon said, his voice cracking with emotion. Both Lucas and I exchange glances and then direct our gaze toward the book in Ramon’s hand, the book that we have only heard about in legends and myths but never considered real. The book of Eklepō is said to have the power to resurrect the dead, a dark magic that could potentially change everything we thought we knew about life and death.