Unholy Books Novels & Stories

I continue to read and try to understand the knowledge before me. I decide to pack these books and I go back for others. I grab several jars of herbs and such too. Several crystals who's importance I read. I grab a book on banshees, and another old book with marker on it's spine. It's so old the original print has faded. Incubi, succubi and demons. I drag it back to the room excited to crack it open.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

It was a golden yellow book that people believed was written by the goddess herself. I’d heard about the existence of the holy book of lycanthropes from one of the stories Madam Cora told us as kids but many believed it didn’t really exist. The holy book was sacred and was not to be toiled with. I stared in awe, my fingers itched to touch it but, out of nowhere, my head started to ache. I closed my eyes as flashes of Donovan touching me came back to haunt me and sweat started to trickle down my forehead. I was aware of my shaky hands on the chair and my quivering lips. I tried, I tried to hide it but I don’t think I was doing a good job.

With excitement, he leaped to his feet and said to Lydia, “Well done!” Ulricus beckoned his hand, and the books flew toward him in an instant. He quickly put the books away. Then, he closed his eyes and started examining the magic books in silence. Ulricus finally opened his eyes again thirty minutes later, his face filled with excitement and thrill. “The Fiery Lexicon, the Song of the Empire, the Shining Tome, Souleater Grimoire… All four books are here. What happened to the previous owner of the books?”

Anna called Henry into the room after her conversation with Lydia. She took out an ancient book and handed it to him. "What's this?" Henry saw three words on the cover—Holy Demon Scriptures. "This is the Holy Clan's highest practice, the Holy Demon Scriptures. I watched you fight the last time, and it seemed like you also practiced the Infernal Scripture. "The Infernal Scriptures is only a part of the Holy Demon Scriptures, and it's not as advanced and perfect as the Holy Demon Scriptures, so I retrieved this for you," Anna explained.

He stayed buried deep until he finished. Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance. Ciara's PoV: The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.

He's the priest she shouldn't tempt. But confession was never supposed to feel this good. — Taboo / Forbidden / Religious kink Noami The church was quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears and makes every little sound seem loud. I stood just outside the heavy wooden doors, staring up at the tall stained-glass windows glowing faintly in the moonlight. The night was cool, but inside my chest, I felt this strange heat rising. My hands were shaking a little as I pushed open the door. The old hinges groaned softly, like the church was waking up. Inside, it smelled like incense and cold stone. Empty pews stretched out in front of me.