Unholy Books Novels & Stories

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

There were no visible walls, just rows and rows of books. I made my way to where the tables and chairs were set out for readers, and found Asher and Thea already there. The library was currently deserted which I suspected Asher had made sure of. He looked up and nodded his head out of respect. “Alpha.” Thea gave me a weak smile as I greeted her. We’d barely begun and I already felt awkward. “Tell me what you’ve been looking at Asher.”

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

My hand drifts toward one of the volumes. The title alone makes me draw back. The History of Witches and Warlocks. I nearly drop it. Such books are forbidden within these walls, condemned as dangerous, heretical. Even Father, stern though he was, would never have permitted one in his library. How then is it here, in the attic, with others like it? For when I look again, I see more titles lined along the shelf and strewn upon the table. The Book of Spells and Witchcraft. Witches and Courts: The Battle. Battle of Magic. Witches and Their Origin.

Inside Baron Legro personal collection's I found a book called 'Hatred of The Dead' it's a necromicon, a tome of necromancer that teaches how to dwell in the art of necromancy. In Hatred of the Dead, the books teaches how to perform and make all sort of undead monsters, I planning to make and undead army for the assault and use that to weaken the Holy city, wont it be funny and utterly humiliating if undeads sprawled inside the holy land. I've decided to make the 'abomination' a level 5 Undeads that can infect and undead curse on anything that dead and resurrected them to be part of it's army, though abominations wasn't really a strong monster, but the curse it had was quite troublesome for

I kept my home super clean, but no matter how many times I decluttered, I never managed to keep everything in their designated places. Piles of unopened mail, books, and papers were untidily stacked on the coffee table. Change, receipts, and stray cosmetic items littered the fireplace mantel. Jackets had been tossed over the back of the armchair. My e-reader, blanket, and a half-eaten box of chocolates had been slung on one side of the sofa. Dane took it all in and then lifted a brow at me. I shrugged. “I was playing a game of Jumanji—it tends to get messy. So, why are you here? Is something wrong?”

For some reason, I knew their full names by heart, Father Elias Hawthorne and Father Thorne Blackwood, but I couldn't remember the name of the last guy I'd fucked. His smile was crooked, almost boyish, but there was a predatory edge to him that made my core clench. Why the fuck was I ogling a priest. I should be praying now, or doing something that didn't involve drooling over two men that were probably as chaste as the vows they swore. As they drew nearer, I had this urge to bolt, run and hide. But I didn't move, I stood rooted in place and I caught their scent, earth and musk, like rain soaked soil after a storm.

Gerard’s fingers drove deeper, knuckles stretching my rim, pushing past resistance as he began to fuck me with his hand, relentless, punishing. My back arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure and pain collided. “Lydia was getting ripped by your uncle.” He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me wide, his palm grinding against my clit with each brutal inward thrust. “Right there in the bathroom. While your father’s body was still warm.” The confession hit me like a sledgecock to the chest. My mother… this woman, had been fucking my uncle in the very church where my father lay dead, while she was supposed to be mourning.

She asked Scott but he nodded negatively in bolster. William sighed taking another sip "It is the nexus of magic!" Clancy cut in arrogantly "Where are the Unholy Books, thought you said they all sources from the Nexus!" He asked. William looked at him calmly nodding positively "True but that was thousands of years ago but now, there are no Unholy Books." He responded "If you want to find an Unholy Book, you'll have to go directly to the source." He added almost silently. With that heard, they heaved except Clancy. He was more obsessed with the Unholy Book.