Ten Black Dots Book Novels & Stories

She did not know how long had passed when a small window in the iron door slid open, a beam of flashlight cutting through the darkness. "Donna, the Don wants to know if you understand your mistake." Mabel's lips were blue with cold. Her voice was so faint it was barely audible, yet unwavering. "I…did…nothing…wrong. "Cheryl…deserves…to die." The window slammed shut. The cold surged back in. This time, hallucinations began to take hold. She saw Zachary standing before her, his face smeared with blood, crying. She saw Anthony holding a diamond ring, turning away from her to place it on Cheryl's finger.

Kathrena flicked her eyes at me – a half-roll – but she quickly re-focused her gaze on the worn pages. “Oh,” she muttered. When she looked up at me again, her eyes were in the curious position of being both wide and narrowed. She kept glancing between the book and my face, seemingly unable to discern if what she’d read was real. Then she shook her head, her neat black bob falling across her cheeks. “Black magic?” “Well, it says it’s a sign of it, anyway. Darkness and light must always be in perfect balance. Nothing can ever be too powerful – it needs to have something, a failsafe. No, a weakness would be a better way of putting it, I guess.”

It’s hard to see- the scale isn’t huge- but the dot does move with the band. “Okay, that’s the other end of the tracking spell. We can destroy both parts, and that should end the spell,” Shelley announces. “Tala, you want to help with that?” Tala nods vigorously. “Yes, please.” “Let’s check this book first.” Frowning at the glow, Shelley mutters about not liking the colour, and draws a circle around the box before opening it. The book has a plain cover, one of those leather ones with raised bands. Shelley handles it like it was a bomb in danger of exploding, and only turns a few pages. “Yeah, okay. This is what bad magic looks like.” There’s some sort of index or chapter list near the front.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

The pain was sharp—a white-hot needle of energy that traveled up her spine and exploded behind her eyes. Cat gasped, her knees buckling. The room blurred. The walls of the manor seemed to turn transparent, dissolving into a grid of shimmering, golden light. She could see the veins of the earth glowing beneath the floorboards, pulsing with a deep, tectonic hum. And then she saw the "dark spots." Five distinct, black voids were moving through the golden grid of the forest, heading toward the house. They looked like holes in reality, absorbing the light around them.

Before he came back in, I went straight to his room. I scanned the room carefully, my fingers brushing against the edge of his bookshelf. That was when I saw it. A book. It wasn’t like the other ones. Its leather cover was black and worn, the edges uneven, as if it had been opened too many times. I picked it up, my hands trembling just a little, and flipped it open. “To become human, you must have sex with many humans and drain their energy. This will make you human… and stop you from drinking human blood.”

There's graffiti all over the walls of this room. I looked at the wall around me. This place reminds me like exchange student places in Germany. But I'm more interested in a wall near the table, because the wall looks rougher than the others. As I got closer, I could see clearly. On the wall, there were black dots, 25 in all. I started to put my hand on the wall. I closed my eyes, and I touched the parts of the black dots. It's like braille, but it's described as a form of...

Disregarding any other presence in the coach, he glowered at me. His blank eyes were void. I contemplated if I had seen emotion in them barely a couple of moments ago. But it was nonexistent. Neither of his irises nor pupils could be differentiable; both were purely black, big, and round, and even the rings were black around them. It was so terrifying—the big, round, pure black eyes held nothing but blazing fury and a hidden, unruly storm in them. And mine held nothing but stark fear and dread within them. How was he even here? How did he find us?

My eyes slowly moved to spot the velvet-covered book and something written on it with golden ink that shined in the light coming through the open window. Despite thinking to ignore it at first, I found myself walking towards it a few moments later. Something about leaving this book without looking through it did not feel right to me, it just made me feel some sort of anxiousness I was not ready to deal with. I walked closer to the book and picked it up. On the blood-red colored cover of the book, there remained written in bold golden letters— Predators. The confusion took over whilst I looked at the name, my fingertips brushed on the velvet feeling the smoothness of it, and then I slowly ope

she inquired, seemingly trying to make sense of them. “Sometimes they’re places I recognise with people I recognise, other times I have no idea what’s going on.” “Do you have one of the boy in the woods?” Taking the book from her hands, I paged to a familiar scene of the boy crouched against the tree in the darkened woods. “I drew this a few nights ago.” I handed her the book and watched as she studied the image. “What’s this?” She pointed at two bright blue dots in the distance, at the time I couldn’t understand what they were either.