Samhain Book Novels & Stories

Sammy directed her last question to me. "No. I had no idea. After my Dad died, I found my Mother's supplies along with her grimoire. That's when I started to learn everything." I explained. "What the hell is a grimoire?" Cash demanded. "It's a spell book. Witches make them for themselves and for their relatives or coven. I found hers on the day I moved out of the house and started trying the spells she had left me. I was shocked when some of them started to work." I replied just as another plate was placed in front of me.

"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

She snuggles further into Lucern’s chest to which he reacts by wrapping his arms around her tighter. Eve and Lucifer glance over to Samara with interest before taking a seat to the left of us on an open couch. Eve shifts uncomfortably on her seat, her eyes avoiding making contact with me and Samara. “I am glad that you have found such happiness without me, Mari.” Samara says, her eyes moving over the people who are gathered in the room with us. “Did the book help you find the answers that you were seeking when you summoned me?” Confusion appears on my face at her words. What book is she talking about? Could it be the book of Forbidden Magic? No…that doesn’t sound right because the book is fi

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

There were so many books here that I have not read yet, and this book looked familiar to me, but I could not place where I had seen it. " The End Times?" Samael read, looking at the cover of the book. I flipped through the book. It held many prophecies in it, and I had no idea what I was looking for. " Shit"... I said, accidentally cutting myself on the pages. The page seemed to soak up my blood. Suddenly, the pages started turning until they landed on one sudden page, titled, Queen of the End Times. I read the page out loud. And behold, twin queens

Behind her stood a dozen Blight-Walkers, their claws clicking against the stone. "Thank you for finding the book for me, sister," Samantha said, her voice sounding like a thousand distorted whispers. "I couldn't touch it while it was under the hearth. The 'Mother's Protection' was too strong. But now that it's in your hands... it’s fair game." Samantha raised a hand, and the shadows in the room turned into physical lashes, wrapping around Audrey’s ankles and pulling her toward the dark. "Terren," Samantha said, looking at her father with utter disgust. "Finish your purpose."

No, there is no such thing as a coincidence. Ahn Hana stares hard at the books in her hands. The title is the same, but the editions are different. She opens the older edition and flips the pages. The book is a dark fairytale about a man followed the grim reaper who took his lover’s soul after her death. While the man was on the journey, the man’s soul was tainted by the darkness. He couldn’t follow the woman. Finally, he met the devil who asked him whether he would let his woman go with the grim reaper and let her reach salvation or take his help and bring the woman down to the darkness along with him. The man called her love’s name until she turned back from the light and took his hand aga

I am not sure if I should fly down or drive, but am working out logistics whenever and wherever I can. Samhain is right around the corner and our coven has doubled in size, with even more witches requesting admittance on the next new moon,we will soon be the strongest and largest in New England, yet again. Salem is packed with tourists and visiting witches aike this time of year and my work with the coven and witches plus my school work keeps me quite busy, but I miss having Damian in my bed. Adam’s POV

My fear is increasingly growing and I try to swallow the bile rising in my throat again from the goddess awful stench of this place. "It all started a thousand years ago when we were making merriment in our village. We were a peaceful people that practiced witchcraft and it was the eve of our Samhain celebrations." Samhain? What is that? Oh wait! I think I know this! The human realm celebrates something called Halloween and it falls right around the same day. She ignores me and my moment of remembrance and clears her throat. This Aphaedra woman is clearly unimpressed by me taking my attention off her, even just for a second.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.