The Black Book Durrell Novel Novels & Stories

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

She wandered in and lit a lamp, which illuminated almost the entire space. "Huh? He's been a part of the mafia all his life and leads a ruthless gang. What could I possibly learn about him through old books? And to top it all off, why would I want to understand him? He kidnapped me, Isabella." "To understand Darick, you need to understand how his mind thinks. Here." She handed me a book with torn and withered pages. I opened the book cover and couldn't tell if the writing style inside was medieval or gothic. I didn't even know if the two were the same.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Maybe it's the strange symbols carved into the window frames, or the peculiar arrangement of the furniture that seems to form patterns on the floor. Or maybe it's the large, leather-bound book displayed on a wooden stand in the center of the desk, open to a page filled with handwritten text and diagrams of the night sky. I approach slowly, as if the book might snap shut on my fingers like a trap. The page shows a chart of celestial bodies, with a date circled in red ink: November 15, 2025. Less than a month from now. Next to the date, in my mother's precise handwriting: "Convergence. Blackwood returns. Find the girl."

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

She was looking for a specific section: The History of the Northern Coast. She found it near the back of the room, tucked away in a corner where the shadows were deepest. She ran her fingers over the books until she found a thick volume with a dark blue cover. It was labeled with the Blackwood family crest—a silver tree with deep roots. When she pulled the book from the shelf, it felt lighter than the others. She laid it on a reading table and opened the cover.

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

Everhart said flatly. I didn’t wait to hear the rest. I’d heard enough. Shoving the phone into my pocket, I left the villa before anyone could stop me. I slipped into my car, heart pounding with the thrill and terror of what I now carried. The ‘Black Book’ waited, and I was finally going to see what ghosts it held. And nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw. All this time, I thought I’d known the extent of their wickedness, the corruption, the greed, the quiet cruelty. But I was wrong. So, so wrong.

Just the sound of him breathing made bile rise in her throat. She knelt down to pick up the book. As she lifted it from the muddy ground she froze. It landed right on top of an enormous paw print. Elly looked around for more prints. It was the first time she saw anything like it. The print was easily larger than her head. “There you are.” As Elly turned around Darren slapped the book out of her hands. She nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance. “Ah come on.” She reached down to get the book again. Darren moved close to her. Elly looked up to see his crotch directly in her face, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

There was a thick black book on the only countertop in the deep room that seemed wider than it was inside on the outside and I moved toward it without thinking. A spell book, from the dark moon. “Athena saves us,” I whispered, ignoring the small voice in my heart that told me I was well past saving and fingering the worn leather of the hardcover slightly, feeling a thrill run through me when it seemed to breathe at my touch. I couldn't understand any of the words written inside it, but the creepy feeling of being watched never left the base of my neck even after I had looked around to find the cave empty. The black book screamed death, and as I slapped it shut, feeling my head swim with dizz