Ten Black Dots Book Novels & Stories

“I've been… ” black dots spread across my vision and darkness took me.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Terror explained, “It is a bit weird that there are so many dots at that one location.” “Each of these dots can’t represents an origin, there are too many of them scattered around.” “Maybe each dot marks the presence of a Regis’ influence?” Terror guessed “And I’m up against all of this?” Nya wondered, looking at the hundreds of different colored dots, “Quite the daunting task ahead of me.” “So what do we do now?” “I have an idea…” Nya started as she typed in a string of coordinates that found their way into her head. The display zoomed to one corner of the map

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

It was nothing new, but the image of him there tonight made my insides tight. "That took you a while," he said. "I think this mark turned white." He set the book down. "Really?" "I think so, at least. Maybe I'm seeing things." "It's only four AM. You're not tired already, are you?" He asked. "I kind of am. Did you get the ice?"

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

" Time for the darkness show. Tennebris moved away from my house until he was stepping on the concrete that connected the back of the house to the front area. He made a ghost scratch with the tip of his nails on the floor, drawing a circle and a five-pointed star. Then he inged words in Latin and turned his palm up, causing a black sphere to appear below his fingers. With a fluid and light movement, Tennebris bent down with his hand closed in his fist, crushing that power, and he struck with the force to destroy the worlds against the concrete ground.

He said. The book was glowing, a red light emanating from the inscriptions. A part of the book had a drawing, a crucifix in the middle, which the illuminated ray concentrated on. "Emily, we have to leave." Dad grabbed my hand, beads of sweat settling on his face. His heart was beating faster than the average person’s, his eyes reflecting the red light from the book. "I can't stand." I cried. "Not now," he reached for my back, pulling the fragments out of my vitals. I screamed, hitting the book continuously as I rolled with the immense pain.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.