Ten Black Dots Book Novels & Stories

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

Nothing. ​ Frustration mounting, I remembered the cryptic lines on the first page: The blood calls. The cage is weak. ​ I flipped to the The Ritual and the Blood-Bond section, focusing on the marginalia. Suddenly, my eyes caught a sequence of tiny, almost invisible dots next to a passage about the Claiming Bite. I pressed my thumb firmly on the dots, applying pressure. ​ The dots glowed momentarily, and a small, delicate block of script materialized beneath them, written in my mother's neat hand:

However, Garrett could never be this strong. After resting for a while, Leonard wanted to go again, but I noticed it was getting late and politely said no. Even so, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard body. "But Ms. Clarke, I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now."

Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs. Character: Very social in the pack. Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey

She imagined what it was like, how it would feel to be in Evelyn’s position. Being fucked by a gun was nuts. Who actually did that? “Excuse me.” Her heart nearly stopped, and the shock was enough to make her double over. It was a guy, wide eyed with glasses that looked like one straight out of a cartoon. He had a look of concern. “You alright?” “Yeah,” She cleared her throat, quickly grabbing her book and stuffing it in her bag. “I’m fine. C—Can I help you?” He shook his head, eyes scanning the shelves. “I’ve just been looking for this one textbook. Couldn’t find it at the other forensics section so I thought I’d check here.”

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

"... Ah. Maybe I haven't noticed your presence. I was really spaced out. Sorry." Mace just smiled at her sweetly and took out a black notebook. It has wide pages and it was designed for goths. The sheets were colored into black so it's kind of odd to write them down because the written phrases can't be seen in the eyes because of their pigment. It's like writing for nothing, but this kind of note can be helpful too. Writing down your secrets is possible and safe, the only way to read all the writings is to let luminous shine upon it.

My words make Claus look at me seriously, I nod in his direction and he snorts annoyed. "Well, honey…" he says checking the things on the table, “I think the blows won't make you talk, because if not, obviously you would have said something to Malcolm, wouldn't you?... why don't we do something more interesting…” He takes a tweezers and looks at it for a moment, shakes his head and takes a kind of scalpel, approaches the man and smiles widely, crouches in front of him and takes his forearm and whispers “Let's see what color your blood is...” his eyes shine with malice, while the man's eyes widen and a slight tremor invades his body, he looks at me with terror imprinted on his expression but

But her attention was caught by what Hestia said. “From what the sender said, they said that only I can see it.” Hestia then turned the pages, flipping the pages over and over again with the other settings in her lens but none appeared. “Only I can see it.” she repeated to herself and removed her eyeglasses, looking at the pages once again. “Only I can see it.” She repeated the phrase again and again with every turn of the page. And that is when she noticed something odd. Something that should not be there in the first place. At the edge of every page, there was either a dot, a dash, or a slash and upon closer inspection, the dots and dashes form words.