Samhain Book Novels & Stories

Through his hand where it touches my neck. And Liam's eyes flash pure amber. Not shifting. Something else. Something I have never seen before.

“The damned were a pack of people that made up a rather small town in the far East some 700 years ago. They were simple people who farmed and hunted for a living. They were so disconnected from the world that they gave naive a whole new meaning. They trusted too quickly and took people for face value. You could tell them you have never committed a crime before with blood on your hands and they would believe you. And that is how they became a town of refuge for so many murderers, thieves and monsters of every kind. The outside world changed the town's name from Serenity to the Damned Naive or the Damned for short.

*** (Him) In the dark, overwhelming shadows, glided a figure in a black robe, his golden eyes rimmed with blood red as he watched Rory walking together with the hidden angel. He saw as the girl looked smilingly and his heart burned. Blight! Here was the destiny, falling in place. Like a long lost puzzle coming together, it was all coming together, finally. Samhain. Samhain is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker-half" of the year. Darker half of the year would be when his war for darkness, for blood would start. The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer.

He clicked on it, and the whole room booted back to life. Rows of books looked back at Sam. He sighed as he stared at the bookshelves. There was only one way to do this so that he won’t spend the whole day in here. He had to look under the tag, ‘absurd monsters’, and grab all the books on the trees. It would only make sense like that. He walked over to the other side labeled, ‘supernatural;’ and grabbed the books he saw. This whole place was starting to look like a maze.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

she scoffed. "So, you've seen a man as evil as this? How did you come out unscathed? And I thought they said Bertha died in the flames of Delmoor?" Byron asked. "I'm a witch, Byron. I've seen more evils than you think. I didn't come out unscathed, my family were the original witches of Delmoor. Malcolm was my aunt Sam's apprentice. One night, my dad caught him trying to steal the flagae. Apparently, the flagae had showed him quite a lot of secrets of the dark. It had eaten deep into his soul. The mirror was retrieved and my aunt renounced him as her apprentice. That was before the burning of Delmoor." She replied.

Nom asked back to Kate again Samael didn't answer but turn his head back to the books and focus on it ignoring Nom who is waiting in front of him, annoyed at being ignored he turn back and disappear When Samael is sure he has left he sighs and drop the book on the table which he has been pretending to read just to ignore Nom, of course if he didn't do that he would have bulge him not to go out and tell him over and over again how dangerous it is But then he want to give it a try and see if her energy could be strong enough to keep his conscious striagjt, as long as he doesn't get too close with the humans ~ Shaina go back to the closet to search for.something else to wear, it's her first tim

[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.”

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

Rynd had suggested another, more devious, way. They had been hiking for hours, and Rynd had offered few details of his plan. Kyle was not used to following, to taking orders, and he was reaching his limit. Indeed, just as he was getting ready to confront Rynd again, finally Rynd hiked up alongside him. “Tonight is the Samhain Festival,” Rynd said. “Our kind will flock here from around the world. It is our night for power, the one night when evil has free reign. We will use the energy of this night to summon our evil cohorts from every corner of the earth. Whatever creatures are out there, they will come to us, like moths to a flame. Then, tomorrow, we will attack Skye as one.”