Silent Hill: Book Of Memories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

June kept talking until he heard a loud noise coming from Raia’s direction. "What is it?" he asked Raia until he saw him shaking and trembling while the book was lying on the ground. "Raia? Are you okay?" he asked as he approached him. But Raia can’t hear him anymore. All he could feel was a strange pain he felt inside his brain. It’s as if he remembered something that was forgotten. "Farm… Goods?" A sudden flash of memory came into his head. It was midnight at that time... "Mr. Raia?" Their instructor called at him, but as he opened the door, Mr. Rayven suddenly covered his nose with his handkerchief. Then a strange perfume could be smelled inside his room.

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

That vision… or dream… or prophecy, whatever it was, it hadn’t just been a nightmare. I could still smell the blood. Still hear the little girl’s sobs. Still feel the sting of the icy wind from that ominous hill of bones. Still heard the clanging of metal swords. And the whispers… They weren’t fading. They lingered in the corners of my mind like echoing chants in a forgotten tongue. I needed answers. I staggered to my drawer, pulled out a book with trembling hands, I scribbled everything I could remember—details, emotions, fragments of the whispers—everything. My hand moved furiously, like something else was guiding it.

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

She grabbed my attention as she motioned for me to come to the front counter. “This is a grimoire that has been handed down for generations in my family. We only bring it out for ourselves and wayward witches that have lost their place in the world. In this book is the ritual and spell you can use that will help you.” “What is it?” I asked as she flipped through the book. “It is a memory ritual.” “But there is nothing wrong with my memories.” I said. I was a little disappointed by her words. “Silly girl you are not looking into your memories. This speel helps you visit the memories of a soul that is close to you. You are going to see the memories of your late mother.” She said as she stopped

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

They buzzed around her, promising to double their kindness to make her future bright. My heart ached as I listened. The brothers once made those same promises to me. I knew they still cared about me, but they had chosen someone else over me time and time again. I wondered how they would react if I lost my memory after the surgery. … When I stepped out of my room later, the big villa was quiet. I felt a wave of relief once I realized I was alone. I felt so much more comfortable with everyone gone. I took my time packing up my things and moving them back to the villa my grandparents had left me.

I wasn't about to get myself caught in a mess I couldn't climb out of. So while he slept, I slipped out. I didn't hesitate or look back. I would just pretend that nothing had happened. But the second I stepped out, I saw a heavyset, greasy-looking man stumbling out of the next room. When he spotted me, he let out a low whistle. I looked past him into the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and Audrey was on the bed, her dress torn, completely out cold. As I recalled how she had murdered me in my past life, I just shut the door quietly and walked away.

"Good." Then Silas shouted from farther up the shore. "Luna!" She turned. He was standing beside the ancient book. It had opened itself on the ice. Pages were turning rapidly, one after another: Memory. Severance. Fire. Cold. Life. Death. Every paired symbol appeared, then vanished. Finally, the book reached its last page. Blank. Luna approached. Writing appeared, only one sentence. She read it aloud. "Nothing remains inherited forever." Darius came beside her. "That sounds suspiciously like an ending."