The Book Of Yokai Novels & Stories

I was even scared! " Terry! Terry!" Manor yelled from upstairs. " Hmm?" I turn to look at Manor who was running down the stairs with Kaen right behind him. They were both holding a very old book. " I found it!" Manor passed me the book that was written in Elf language. I flipped through the pages scanning through. " What is it about?" Kaen asks excitedly as he takes a seat in front of me and Manor next to me. " It tells the tale of the Holy Sword Maiden." I informed as I flipped through the book.

“Well then. I just hope that you are prepared, Arius.” Taunting him, yet he likes it to be that way as he never had any fear in his life after dealing with HIM and becoming the death reaper in his book and world. They both finally step out and into the light, as a book is drawn, welcomes them in return with the title and the truth that reads. “Shinzo Dimension.” With the world and not just an ordinary book, but the very beginning and the original one. The pages flip as the words echo.

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

Some parts were written in a language she didn’t recognise—but somehow… She could understand it, not perfectly and not everything, but enough as it spoke of beginnings, of creation, of power and of her. Zoe’s breath would catch every time she turned a page. Stories of the Moon Goddess creating wolves, stories of balance between light and darkness and then, there was something else, buried deep in the book, a warning, a legend and about a being born not of one ... but of many.

Sekar no longer knew where the ancient book was. 'Grandmother said they performed a sacrificial ritual. That must be connected to the ancient book they have. Maybe if I get that book, I can prevent the destruction of Nigella Kingdom. Especially now that Aurora’s power is starting to awaken in Kalina’s body. It would be extremely dangerous if Kalina falls into their hands,' Sekar thought. “How about you show me the ancient book—” Before she finished, Abraham’s eyes widened. “Relax. I’m not trying to steal it. I just want to see the ancient book,” Sekar stressed the word “see.”

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

He stood slowly, then pulled something out of the trailing sleeve of his robe. A book. It was old and weathered, with brittle yellow pages and a worn cover that had indiscernible text on it. When he handed it to me and I opened it, I realized that it wasn’t just because the text was old and rubbed away, but the entire book was written in a language I didn’t understand. “What is this?” I asked. Karl flipped to a page that had a faded illustration on it. It seemed to depict some horned creature emerging from a dark green lake. Standing by the shore was a man. His face was scratched out, but his hands were raised, like he was worshipping the creature.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.