The Creature From The Black Lagoon Book Novels & Stories

Further down the corridor was a cellar, which is where Bloodstain's den was. Guila walked to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn't heavy or too thick. That was the only book she could save from being destroyed. The last book about the story of the first lycanthropist. It tells how it all happened and gives details about the moon goddess and her history with him.

“This is… this is a grimoire.” She swallowed hard. “A book of black magic.” Behind her, her friends slowly moved closer, drawn by her voice. One by one, they looked at the pages. And one by one, their faces turned pale. Lia covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. Ben took a step back, shaking his head. “No… no, this isn’t real…” But it was. Everything about it felt real. Too real. The drawings weren’t just images—they felt like records. Like instructions.

An infected man limped towards me, his throbbing flesh covered in what looked like teeth. With a scream, I stabbed the air before me, sending my blade straight into the creature’s chest. The blood welling up around the blade was red, but with bits of a black mold-like substance. I pulled the blade out and slashed it, again and again, spraying the tainted blood everywhere, until the creature collapsed into a lifeless lump of meat. Its eyes were empty glass spheres, just like those of Mr. Humphries.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

"So, screw you. All of you if there's more than one." The air turned colder and his skin prickled. Around him, the odour of burning wood filled the air and he felt the cool breath of another kissing his cheek. His hands tightened around the book and his heart almost stopped beating as the unseen creature moved about him. There was nothing to see but strange footprints appeared briefly on the bare boards, fading as swiftly as they formed. The prints of a hooved animal that reeked of sulphur. Bile jumped into Lloyd's throat, burning as it rose and fell and it was only fear that stopped him from heaving.

There was a weird creature - the scariest thing I had ever seen - staring at me from the other end of the library. A monster, a very gigantic monster with mouths that were wide enough to swallow two humans at once, green eyes and slimy black skin. And he stank! But his smell was the least of my concerns because the monster had his round eyes right on me and he was walking slowly towards me like a predator stalking his prey. Run! My mind yelled at me. Move your damn bones and run! But I couldn't get myself to look away, I could not get myself to move a muscle.

When the small black ritual book with what looked like it had, some hand-painted a design on it and a few vials of mystery liquids that had landed safely across the grass of Megan’s older neighbor, Allison. Megan noticed the little black book with what looked like ritual writing all over it. The girl looked like she was ready for the lady to freak out but there was nothing. Sage was not use to that. Most people freak at any weapon, but the Wiccan book usually made people disappear fast.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

The rustling sound drew closer. And now, they could feel a gust of cold air carrying a sharper stench, mingled with the smell of ammonia. Suddenly, from the darkness ahead, two glowing red dots appeared. Eyes. The eyes of a massive creature lurking in the shadows. Its eyes narrowed as if catching their scent. Then, a deep, eerie hissing sound filled the dark tunnel. SSSHHHIIIIISSSSSS... It wasn't a zombie. This was an entirely different kind of monster. And Bima and Lia were trapped in the middle of the darkness, with Bima's leg severely injured, and the Indomie that still safely tucked away, yet ready to play an unexpected role in their life-or-death struggle.