Samhain Book Novels & Stories

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

I could see lights up ahead, glittering through the evergreens and the orange-hued leaves, and the clearing, even from this distance, looked warm and inviting. “Hey, Kath,” I said, stopping her before she could hop down from the cabin. “What is it?” She asked, frowning at my serious tone. “I was looking in the Book of Shadows before Falmer turned up earlier. There was a bit we hadn’t seen before, a bit talking about signs. Supernatural signs,” I added, remembering the title of the section and feeling the sudden need to differentiate. “And? What did it say?” Though she was clearly eager to leave – her body was still facing the door, with her head turned back towards me like that of an owl – K

The word Samhain seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recollect what it was. “What is Samhain?” I asked. “Samhain is a pagan religious festival originating from an ancient Celtic spiritual tradition. During that time, the gateway between this world and the Otherworld would be penetrable. Demons could easily crossover without being summoned,” he said, and I realised the danger it presented. “When is it?” I asked, hoping we had time. “Exactly two weeks from now,” he answered, and I sighed. That meant we had to race against time itself to stop Samael before he could succeed...

Not because the magic chose her. But because I had tasted her sorrow— and no king worthy of the title lets such injustice stand. --- Samantha POV Lucien stood abruptly. A cold wind rushed through the broken window. And then frost wrote itself across the wall: HELLO, LITTLE SUNLIGHT. Lucien stepped in front of me instantly. “Do not read it.” “I ALREADY READ IT,” I squeaked. “It is meant to unsettle you.” “It WORKED.” The frost dissolved. A whisper followed, curling through the air:

In the library, they saw Sonja sitting on a Desk with Samantha on the opposite of her who was gloomy looking down. "Hello Sonj, what's up with her?" "Morning Phil, she's just a little shy." "Did you scold her again, anyway look at this book that I found, it's really weird and interesting." Phil took the old book out of his bag and placed it on the table so that everyone can see it, Samantha was even curious and took a glance at the book. "It talks about dreams and how to navigate it apparently." Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum et

My breath caught as I fingered a book with black binding, the name Samoht faded on the spine. I kept searching, the books clearly in no alphabetical order. Tysen. Laurel. Prith. Mandrag. Names in the history of werewolf medicine that had changed–and saved–so many lives. My heart skipped. My finger fell onto a dark green book, the faintest “I” outlined on its spine. The next held an even more faint “II.” And beyond that, a “IV.” I couldn’t breathe, my lungs suddenly filled with centuries of dust and the weight of repressed knowledge. I coughed, trying to stifle my surprise; my shock; my satisfaction.

It's been two weeks since I arrived, and I must say, these past few days have been nothing short of interesting. Alex and I have gotten really close; he took me on a tour of the town, which was informative and eye-opening. I discovered that this place is home to several supernatural creatures besides werewolves, such as lycans, chimeras, vampires, witches, fairies, and many more that I can't recall.

Lying with him was going to be everything she'd ever dreamed of. "Just Sam. My parents were kind enough not to name me Samhain, but that's what it's short for." She must have shown her confusion because he added, "It's the Celtic forerunner to Halloween." "Ah." Though there was no clock ticking, she was still more than aware of time slipping away. "You said you have questions?" "Yes." He licked his lips and gazed at her. "Were you watching me after you left last night?" Her face flamed. "Yes. It was...most educational."

I continue to read and try to understand the knowledge before me. I decide to pack these books and I go back for others. I grab several jars of herbs and such too. Several crystals who's importance I read. I grab a book on banshees, and another old book with marker on it's spine. It's so old the original print has faded. Incubi, succubi and demons. I drag it back to the room excited to crack it open.

The man had a pair of white wings like the angels in people’s imagination. "Which means there's love is in your future," he said. "Or maybe it’s already here." Callie's sixteenth birthday came. It was Samhain and the school was busy with preparations for that night’s bonfire. This would be Callie’s first time to attend a Samhain celebration. It was a festivity for remembering the dead. She had never met her grandparents and her father had been an only child so she had no stories to share or memories to reminisce on.