The Book Of Yokai Novels & Stories

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

I had this unsettling feeling that they were going to attack, but where, when and who were uncertain. When I got home, I ran over to an old, Victorian cabinet that was passed down through the generations in my family. It was cherry oak and curved out in the middle; the Victorian designs were chipped but didn’t deny that it was a formidable antique. I walked up to it with my set of keys, found the right key and unlocked it. I took out my book of creatures and opened it. It was an old, leather bound book passed down from century to century, with my ancestors adding to it as new creatures revealed themselves. The faded letters in the middle of the cover said “Demonology” in Irish text. The page

* Back in Nerima, Chiemi, Shiori, Noriko, Maiko, Toya and Kazuha look for any mention of yeouiju in any text they could get their hands on. “There is nothing that says anything about a yeouiju except stories and folklore. There is no real life event about it.” Chiemi said. “Well at least we have a bit of textbook knowledge about it. Even if it is little, it is better than none.” Toya said. Chiemi sighs as she rolls up the scroll. “Sorry. I’ll try to be positive.” Kazuha finishes the book she read, closes it and grabs another one. “We should watch his progress as well. Other than physically, he shows signs of his growing chi. But this isn’t the strange thing.” she said.

And if you go to Yami's, be ready to dodge some bullets, I kinda got into big trouble here. This book contains information about every skill I mastered, from basic combat to havoc wrecking moves, to ones that you wouldn't dare try. But anyway learn and use them well, and be sure to unleash chaos, this is my apology for not being here for you. I really have much to say but there is no t..." This letter was written on the first pages of the book that Dave had given shiro. Everything was easy for shiro to understand except for the picture "why is it hand-drawn?" he asked himself

I think the bones belonged to the wolves who tried to destroy it. Ela's stomach turned. She placed her hand on the book's cover. The leather was cold, almost freezing, as if it had been sitting in ice instead of a dusty chamber. Thorne opened it carefully, turning pages that crackled with age. The illustrations were unlike anything Ela had seen before. Wolves with human eyes. Humans with wolf shadows. A child standing between two worlds, one hand reaching toward the moon, the other toward the earth. The symbolism was heavy, unmistakable. Thorne stopped at a page near the middle of the book. The text was written in the same ancient language, but someone had translated it in the margins, the h

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

I looked up into the rearview mirror and saw my aunt looking at me through it. How the fuck does she do that? She smiled at me. I knew then that she felt what I did. I sat back, realizing, my life was gonna change whether I wanted it to or not. ... It was a bit after 11pm and everyone was pretty much in bed. I laid awake just thinking. I sat up and grabbed the mysterious book from off the table next to the bed I was in. I took a real good look at it. It looked to be really old, yet it was practically in mint condition. The cover was a dusty, dark brown with vine-like material that bound the book together. I wiped a hand over it and the book shimmered. Suddenly, the presence that laid underne