Spiritual Fiction Book Novels & Stories

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

That was when I noticed the low blue glow coming from the living room. The television was off. The light was coming from a laptop open on the coffee table. I should have turned around and gone back upstairs. Instead I walked closer. Daniel was on the couch in just a pair of dark shorts. The laptop screen faced him. I couldn’t see the video clearly from the doorway, but I could hear it—soft, wet sounds and a woman’s low moaning. His right hand was inside his shorts, moving in a slow, tight rhythm. His head was tipped back against the cushion, eyes half-closed, jaw tight.

I said, attempting to steer the conversation back on course. “Er.” Asher cleared his throat, clearly trying to keep up with my bizarre line of questioning. “Yes, so there is only one mention, but it’s as if we’re missing some pages.” My focus was back now. “Explain.” “The author of this entry has written here.” Our scouts apprehended a rouge today who was trying to cross our boundary lines. The rouge said he was running from a werewolf who was conjuring fireballs at him. We suspect he is mad but have locked him in the dungeon for questioning.

After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straightening her spine against the solid back of her wooden chair. She shook her head slowly as she spoke, “I’m just not sure I have what it takes to protect them.” “What does it say?” Brandon prodded. Fiona turned the book toward Brandon and pointed to the section she read. His face went white and his heart ceased pumping life-giving blood for a brief moment while he read the consequences of his actions. As one’s soul travels space and time Leaving its body tucked behind Return not in the body that is not thine,

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE: - DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1 & 2 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head. Lucas, never one to let silence breathe for long, spoke again. “Speaking of losing your mind,” he said, his tone shifting from mockery to something more serious. “I sought some spiritual guidance on your behalf.” He pulled a thin, leather-bound book from inside his coat. It was his pocket scripture, a book of ancient pack laws and prophecies he carried everywhere. Sliding it across the table until it rested near my glass, he told me to look at page forty-two. He tapped the spot with his finger.

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

I said by to everyone and me and Dee headed back to the hotel. By the time we got back it was 4:00 I knew I wasn’t going to get some sleep Dee sat down on the couch I started the coffee pot and I told her I was going to check on Everette , I walked in and he was sound asleep I bent over and kissed him and told him that we were back and I loved him and I walked to grab mine and Dee’s coffees, Lumi and Faith were out running around and getting to know each other it was strange to have someone else have the same style familiar as me well shit me and Destiny are a lot alike it makes me wonder and think if the Moon Goddess have something bigger in store for the both of us, Dee was telling me she