Supernatural Lore Books Novels & Stories

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’

Liora held the burning journal close and whispered a single word into the chaos, unsure if it was hers or Serelai’s: “Help.” The Blood Moon answered. The journal’s light burst out in a bright wave. Wolves yelped and scattered, hunters covered their eyes, even Ash and Kael stumbled back from her. When the light faded, the chapel was still and quiet, filled with horror. Every ash pile on the floor was gone. In their place stood faint glowing shapes, stone-gray, eyes like crystals. The statues they had faced before, now risen again, called by her blood. Liora’s scream caught in her throat.

“We can do that. Nigel will get the books down that you will need to look over. While I make us all some tea. I feel that none of us is going to sleep much tonight.” “I agree with you, Mom. I know I won’t be able to sleep much, if at all. Nigel, on the other hand, will be the first one to sleep out of us, like always.” I said with a laugh Nigel just made a face at me and went to get the books. She came down with four books in her hand. One was for beginners, and they went up from there. So I picked up the one for beginners. To see what it was about, I grabbed a tablet and a pen so I could take some notes. Mom picked up the photo album and started looking through it. Nigel just sat there play

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

he nodded toward the weathered tome with its cracked leather spine—“and start flipping through. Pick whichever makes you feel more productive.” I gritted my teeth but knew I wasn’t winning this one. I snatched the book from the table in his and William’s motel room and cracked it open. It was filled with lore—spirits, sigils, theology. I had no idea where to begin, so I just started at the top. From his bed, William looked up from where he was doodling on motel stationery. “That symbol’s driving me nuts,” he grumbled. “This whole job is. I thought the lore said Malcolm only targets women?”

She picked it up and was about to keep it on the shelf when the title caught her attention. “Life of the Supernatural World,” Saraya read and paused. She stared at the book for a long moment before sitting on the floor and folding her legs beneath her. She started reading without realizing how much time passed. The book was about all supernatural kinds — vampires, werewolves, fairies, witches, demons, etc. Saraya, who was reading about werewolves, recalled Raf telling her that he was the Hybrid King.

He looks at the book that is open in his hand and then places it on the desk before picking up another one and then saying, 'Okay, I have narrowed it down to 2 species of supernaturals... The first is the Fae. Now I know they are meant to be extinct, but there have been a few rumours going around that maybe one or two survived, but there are no purebreds anymore..." "And what is the other one?" "Okay..." He puts that book down and searches in amongst the other open books until he finds a closed book but it has small pieces of paper coming out of a few different pages. He opens the book to one of the pages with the paper inserted and then continues,

“Draven’s father despised anything non-shifter, so you won’t find much about witches here. But the elders might have hidden a few things away, if they ever kept such records.” I thanked her and turned toward the Moon Goddess section. Most of the titles looked more like moral guides than history or myth, but two leather-bound volumes caught my eye. They had more wear on their spines, as though they’d been read and reread, and their titles hinted at a broader scope. ‘Moon’s Blessings and Shadows,’ and ‘Forgotten Paths of the Goddess’. Tucking them under my arm, I headed for the door, taking one last look around at the quiet library. It wasn’t much, but I had a feeling these books were the best