Samhain Book Novels & Stories

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Sam surprised us when he got down on his knee and held up the bouquet. Although I'm mad at Sam for hurting Clark, at the same time, I wasn't. Liam came to my side and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we watched. "Clark," Sam starts as he licks his lips nervously. "We knew each other since we were kids. We grew up together in the same neighborhood. I was like your big brother who protects you from bullies. Deep down, I cared deeply for you, not brotherly. It's weird for a teen to fall in love with a boy quickly. So, I waited. I waited until you got older. Before I could find you, my parents died, killing me. I stay away, hidden to grieve." He takes a deep breath and contin

I don't want him to hate me. "I didn't have a choice..." my voice is shaky. I pushed myself away from Seth because I didn't want him to make the first move of being disgusted. I look up at him. He waves off an expression I can't tell, but I know he detests me deep down. "I was thirteen, new to being a mother," I start as I hug myself as a bit of comfort but not enough to console me. "You and the others already know that I'm an orphan, and I told you about my parents. After I left the foster home where I met Effie, a couple adopted me. The excitement of having a family made me wish it was all a dream, but it was a stand and delivered. A woman named Eva took me away and had me placed within he

Samuel patted Yvonne's back and asked the knowledgeable man, "There was a small accident. It's nothing. How long will it take for me to have the next match? Is it still too late?" "Four hours later." "Alright, help me guard the door." Samuel helped Yvonne up and said gently, "I want to enter the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. Wait for me." Yvonne nodded with tears in her eyes. Coming to the bedside, Samuel glanced at Han Nian and then sat cross-legged. "The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book, take me in." As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel suddenly disappeared, leaving the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book on the bedside. Yvonne quickly ran over and held the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book

“Breathe.” She was already shaking. Small tremors she couldn’t stop, the dark felt alive, crawling over her skin. “I…I can’t. I hate this, I hate the dark.” His fingers touched her wrist, light at first, then firmer. “I know. I remember you telling me once years ago during some power outage at the old venue.” He stepped in front of her. She could smell him, he smelled like clean soap, faint cologne, the sharp edge of bourbon from the event. “Close your eyes anyway.”

“Is everything alright?” “Alpha Morgan wants to see you two in his office,” “But I’ve been there before. He asked me questions and I answered them correctly, cleared my …” “This isn’t about the blood bags,” my dad interrupted Caine. “It had to do with the book of the supernaturals. It was stolen”. ***** Book of the supernaturals? First the Seeker Wolves book, and now another book called The Book of the supernaturals. He stood at the center of the office, still confused with what was going on.

I was beyond confused now; what did an old book have to do with Clarissa? "You guys have no idea what this is, do you?" We shook our heads, waiting for Alyssa to explain. "It's a grimoire of supernatural creatures. The book was written by the Fae elders and told everything there is to know about every supernatural creature in existence... including how to kill them."

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Logan asked and they both stared at each other. “Have you heard of the sacred book called the book of prophecy yet?” Aamon finally let out and he gave the Elders a smirk. “What about it?” Logan asked with a little frown. “Since the ones who ought to reveal it to us are mute at the moment and everyone wants to know, then I shall speak,” Aamon said and held his head high. “A sacred book has been in existence for long, which only the witch knows about and of course, the Elders. It was written after the time of the witch trials and in the book, it talks about a kind like ours who will bring an end to our existence.”