Novel & Cerita Unholy Books

It floated above the ritual table, spinning rapidly as if caught inside a powerful vortex. Nythera lifted her head and began chanting once more. “Vael’thara nox velari… Astrum kai velor… Draxia mor veneth… Sola kai theren vash…” Her voice echoed through the forest as the chant sounded ancient… Forbidden and… Wrong. Every word felt as though it carried a curse of its own as the wind exploded violently around the clearing while the trees bent under the pressure of the unnatural force that had suddenly awakened. Aurora could feel something inside her responding to the ritual.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

What I didn’t read in my books, or see in the stars coming, was Father Jose turning to face me and his hands wrapped around my neck, choking the life out of me. “Fuck!” I coughed out, feeling like I might pass out anytime soon. But that didn’t stop me from slicking up. It didn’t stop my nipples from hardening and for my walls to be clenching around nothing precisely. “How dare you tempt a man of God?” He growled at me, his eyes darkening as if something darker had possessed him. And just when I was about to lose my consciousness, he let go. I gasped for air, coughing slightly.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

She gasped. “Wait—this isn’t a lineage book,” she said. “It’s... oh goddess, Kayla—look.” I turned toward her. She held up a thick black leather-bound book. Gold lettering had long since faded, but one sentence remained etched across the front: My secret thoughts. I couldn't see the Authors name though. Just the title. “Is that a diary?” I whispered. “Looks like it.” "Belonging to who?" I asked but Ingrid shook her head.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”