The Warning Religious Book Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental. This book has mature content violence, abuse. You've been warned it can be triggering and is 18+ as it is a Dark Romance novel. I'm strictly against plagiarism! warning ⚠️ DO NOT COPY MY WORK! And yes please do give your votes and comments as it motivates me to write more. Although this story contains people who follow the religion of Islam, THEY ARE NOT ROLE MODELS OF how and what Islam is. I am not here to preach about any religion, this is a story

Nothing bad will come of it. The thought steadied me, if only slightly. I crossed the room and knelt by the bed, sliding the book out from its hiding place. Its cover seemed to hum as my fingers brushed it, the strange glyphs glowing faintly in the dim light. The warning etched across the front was as sharp as ever, a silent reminder that I was trespassing into power not meant for mortal hands. My jaw tightened. "Warnings are for the weak," I muttered, though a part of me didn't believe the words.

“Well, if I’d known your guy was leaving, I’d have told you sooner. Could’ve let you know the house would be all yours. But, hey, he’s gone, and now you do have it to yourself.” He started to walk toward the door, keys in hand, then paused. “Lock up after me, okay? And blow those candles out, Sienna. You cannot keep letting them burn like that. You’re gonna burn this damn house down.” I laughed, arms crossed. “I know, but you’re supposed to let them burn out naturally. If you blow them out before they do, you lose your wishes.” He gave me that older brother look even though he's younger, half concern, half you sound like a crazy person. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Still. Whether or not, be carefu

The darkness we sensed coming wouldn’t spare the ignorant. “Have you started to believe the prophecy?” I asked, glancing up from the thick, dusty book in my hands. I was seated at my desk, which I had cleared to make room for the books I brought out. The one I was reading now was filled with strange symbols and old warnings. Adonai stood across the room with his back to me, pacing slowly while flipping through another old book. “I don’t know,” he said. “The whole thing sounds crazy.” He shut the book with a snap, tossed it aside, and picked up another from his desk.

maybe scout for more books that I could read the next time I came here, or maybe take home. ‘You should perhaps drop that last thought,’ El warned. I didn’t grace El with a response. My eyes first connected to the markings on the wall I had read the first time I came here. It was all about the prophecy and some warnings about making deals with those cursed by the gods, whatever that meant. It wasn’t any of my business. I left the markings and checked out more books. I was in the fifth aisle when I heard the sound—croaky, heavy, thick, frightening, all at the same time.

Charlie was extremely surprised and blurted out, “Uncle, what were the books my parents were reading? Do you remember?” Christian thought for a moment, saying, “If I remember correctly, it should be titled something like ‘Apocalyptic Book’, but I can't remember exactly.” Charlie widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, “Uncle, are you sure it was the Apocalyptic Book?!” Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Because science was frown upon by the Church and religious leaders as they think it will taint the holy grail that was known to them for decades. If it was to be exposed that the Earth has been created before the religion, it might cause some wars between the believers of science and religion. How to convince them both if we don’t know how to communicate with them? Maybe it was the right jargon and terms will make then understand. Hence, by using that method as well, I have introduced to the scientific community of my newest theory; Theory of Meteorite was the cause for the Old Ocean to happen, I blinked a few times before I was scoffing at this journal. Now I know how Daisy got her radical

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”