The Crushing Book Novels & Stories

"It's driving me crazy!" Ambrose felt a nerve would burst in his head with how all of this was getting on his nerves. These witches went on and on about how this cursed book was impenetrable bla bla bla and now they were on a new track. "Ah..." Valerie shrieked in shock as something knocked the book out of her hands. 'PAK!' 'SWISH!' His demon shadow lifted the book up and thousands of tendrils pierced the Book of Oath. 'SWISH!' 'SHING!' 'CLACK!'

"Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books." I grabbed my backpack and bolted. Behind me, Amber's voice turned venomous. "Well, look at Miss Grad School, acting like she's above us. She'll just be another wage slave." Ruby piled on. "Total nerd. Aces tests but flops in life. If she's too cool for us, we don't need her."

The room a whirlwind of memories and debris. I crawled toward the scattered lilies. The last breath of yellow in a world turned red. I picked one up. So soft. So fragile. Just like her. And then—I crushed it. Crushed it in my fist until the petals turned to pulp and the stem snapped. “Ahhh!” A cry erupted from my chest. The kind that rips through bone. The kind that shatters ribs. The kind that no one should ever hear. The kind that turns a man inside out.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Sienna’s throat locked. “What’s that—” The wall behind them cracked, a loud snap splitting concrete, widening fast. Water roared in, black and freezing, smashing her legs out from under her. She went down, Roman’s hand grabbing her arm, but the flood climbed quick, and something crashed overhead—wood splintering, stone falling, the house breaking apart.

Something started clanging against metal, causing the pounding in my head to become almost deafening as I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision. There was a skeletal figure standing behind a wall of metal bars, holding something stark white in his hand as he ran it over the bars separating us. Crazed laughter sounded from somewhere further in the building, bouncing off the stone walls before turning into something between a pained, panicked scream and howl that made my skin crawl. Slowly, I looked past the old man, seeing someone rocking back and forth in another cell, holding their head like they were trying to keep it from exploding while murmuring to himself.

Ruth continued to pick up the remaining shards. "I said leave me alone!" shouted Cheryl hysterically, glaring at Ruth. "Calm down Miss, calm down, I just want to make sure you don't get hurt." Ruth insisted on picking up the remaining shards. "Are you deaf? Why aren't you obeying my orders?" Cheryl ran towards Ruth. "Awww, ouch!" The girl groaned as she realized her leg was pierced by a shard and bleeding. "Fool! Why didn't you quickly clean up the remaining shards? You want to harm me, you useless servant!" Cheryl held her bleeding leg.

He asked and Chloe gasped. “Oh my God, for heaven's sake. What the heck is wrong with you?” she asked, shaking her head. “You're supposed to be focused on this book right here, not my lips.” She said, her voice taking control of her body, vibrating over that and swallowing hard to keep it out of her voice, the tension she felt.

I lose my footing and slip The floor is cold and hard against my bottom, and the heavy tome smacks me right on the head. “Ow, ow, ow!” I hold my skull, wondering if it’s possible to get it fractured with a book I cast a hurt look at the book laying a few paces at my side. It lies quietly and harmlessly, as though it didn’t nearly assassinate me just now.

Several Elves were tying up the sleeping vampire warriors and hauling them out to a dungeon. Suddenly, the ground shook, it felt like an earthquake, and one that made everything fall around it. The air had a putrid smell like barf mixed with feces. I look over at Nicolas, who mind links me, saying, "Oh Crap! Trolls and Goblins”