Stigmata Book Novels & Stories

The dead center of the bared circle was two wide, tall, and elaborately decorated stone pillars that were curved into each other. I slowly walked towards the pillars trying to get a better look at them. I wished it were daytime so I could see it better. However, it looked like a mix of Celtic runes and Draygonian. I reached out and touched the carvings feeling a slight zap, like an electrical discharge, shot through my fingertips. With a yelp, I jumped back and instinctively shoved my tingling fingers into my mouth, then shook them, trying to wake them back up. "Powerful, aren't they?" a dark voice rumbled out.

That was when Manuel realized what I had just seen, more than the red room, more than the secret room, he was naked with my video flashed on the tv. He took the remote and turned the tv off, wore his boxers although the bulge in between his legs remained visible. Drops of sweat were falling down his body in swift moves. He was shining, more so because he is a god. “I’m sorry you have to witness that. A normal thing for every human being,” he said. With my forehead creased, I moved one step forward toward him. “Which was normal, step bro? You masturbating or you watching my video as you stroke your…” my eyes went down his hard manhood.

Rian’s POV The book was ancient, its leather cover cracked and worn, yet it hummed with a strange warmth beneath my fingertips. I had returned to the hidden library alone after Mira had gone to fetch more cookies. My fingers traced the sigil etched into the spine—an ornate symbol that matched the one from my vision. A twisted crescent, a serpent coiled in silver ink, and a starburst I somehow knew was not from this world. “The Sigma Mirror,” I read aloud, the name sending a ripple of energy through the air.

No one would ever go to him for the cure. Hearing goristro mentioned caused Stefan’s breath to catch in his throat. Goristo was a large fiend monster with devilish abilities. Rumor was they were born of the sins of the world and were known for the pleasure they derived from the torment they inflicted. Stefan’s jaw clenched against the slim chance of Clarissa surviving one’s attack. “Who is her escort, Doc? You never told us anything about him.” Spock whined. Stefan was already moving and Doc’s response was lost on him.

she asked. "Unknown at this point," Saint answered. "Where is this section found in the book?" I asked. Saint shook his head. "Taryk and Atlas should have more info when they get back." "Are there any legible captions with the bestiary pictures?" I moved back to those pictures. "There's one, but it's only a partial. Muliebris animi mutatio procedit ignis. Dr. Atlas says that loosely translates to female soul starts the fire transformation." Saint looked at something on the table, nodded his head. "Yeah. I got that right."

Ann is a sweet woman who loves a good book and has few authors on her list, she's a real book junkie while I was dead on Brice Durant's fanatics and she knows clearly about my infatuation with Brice. At the previous book signing event, Brice would never notice me because the line was always long and I would only get seconds in front of him. But after knowing him, I was not certain about going to his event. I haven't even emailed him because I was too scared that he might notice me. He had said twice that he felt like he knows me from somewhere. I felt like he might read into my writing and asses my style and choice of words. Being a stalker means that I also know his way of thinking, his pol

Inside: Not yet. I began scanning the shelves. Titles of all kinds filled the aisles. My hand slid across the spines at my eye level. A hard-covered green book smelling faintly of old paper drew my attention: The Origin of Elemental Sorcery. Then another—its gold embossed symbols of the four elements shimmering under the light: A History of Ignith, Hydros, Terragaia, and Glacius. Moving to the next shelf, I spotted a worn leather-bound book, edges frayed from overuse: Hybrid Wolves with Magical Signatures. And a thin one compared to the rest: The Forbidden Transition Between Elements.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

His presence was tense, as if he was waiting for something to move in the shadows. “Black magic,” he murmured, reaching for a book with gold-edged pages. The cover had a strange sigil, one that pulsed faintly under the dim lighting. I frowned. “This place… it doesn’t feel right.” It wasn’t just the books. There were jars placed on a nearby table—each containing murky liquids and unidentifiable objects floating within. Some looked like dried-up hearts, others like small, shriveled hands. I swallowed hard. Hades exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than I expected.”