Unholy Books Novels & Stories

His other hand reached around and slapped her ass once, sharp, then rubbed the sting away. “Harder,” he ordered. She bounced faster. The wet sound of her taking him filled the room. Roman’s grip tightened. He thrust up to meet her every time she dropped down until she came again, shaking, forehead dropping to his shoulder. He held her there and fucked up into her through the aftershocks, then lifted her off him. “On your hands and knees. Face the window.” Lila moved into position. The open blinds made the situation impossible to hide. Roman knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and spat on her asshole. His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers

~VITTORIA~ The next day, I sat in my car outside the nightclub owned by Roman where the Cosa Nostra meeting was going to be held. It was something I never thought I'd be attending this soon and as much as Tiziano had always prepared me for it, I still wasn't prepared. The Belluci curse had never favoured me in the Cosa Nostra and one thing I knew was that men in the Cosa Nostra had Misogyny for breakfast every morning and were ready to spit it whenever the chance jumped out.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

There where now books with titles such as The Witch Within You, Herbs and Pentagrams, Spells and the Sabbaths, True Magic in the World. Maddie had never noticed that there were so many books on that subject. She was shocked when Omem suddenly stood in front of her. ‘Are you coming, child? Lunch is ready.’ Maddie nodded and left the library.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Raking my hands through my hair, I thought of what could be the solution to this. Nymeria replied, “This book reeks of dark magic. I really have nothing powerful enough to kill something as unholy as this.” I looked up at the night sky which was dark and cloudy. “Please moon Goddess, please help us” I murmured while clasping my hands together, offering a prayer to the moon Goddess. Wait. Unholy. Dark magic was unholy. So we had to find something holy. I whirled to Nymeria, “We need to use holy water or something”

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.