Novel & Cerita Voyage Of The Damned Book

"After tonight, you'll be mine in more ways than one, Zorina. I have waited a long time for this. Even whilst my mate was still alive." I could hear the bell ringing in the distance as a psychotic grin stretched on Dame's face. It was time to give up my freedom.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

Mira's POV The news came in five words. “Alpha! The shipment's gone!” My pen froze on the paper for a second. I didn't look up from the document I was signing. I twirled the pen, a less smooth, precise line, finishing the signature with a sharp flick of my wrist. “Which one?” I asked gently as I set the pen tip down on the table. I raised my head, staring at the man talking beside me. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and responded quickly. “The northern route Alpha. The police had gotten information that we would be there and seized the Rotterdam port.”

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

And when he vanished into the flames, I’d felt something shift — like the world had stopped breathing for half a heartbeat. The Veil had chosen a new host. The problem with gods, though, is that they never stay buried. A soft wind brushed my cheek, carrying the scent of smoke and lilies. Somewhere in the city below, church bells rang — not in mourning, but in warning. The people had already begun to whisper his name. Damien Varela. The Saint of Fire. Luca joined me at the edge of the bridge, his coat still damp from the rain. He hadn’t said much since the explosion. Just kept close, silent and watchful, as though waiting for the world to betray him again.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page — It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it— "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

The previous man who had taken me out of the car came to take out once again. There is a time in one’s life that everything finally registers and they see things as they are, that time came for me sooner than I could decipher. And I just let the man drag me, all my willpower gone, lost, vanished. The trembling from the tragedy stopped, the tears ceased and I came undone seeing black once more but not before I see the car blowing up in flames. Icing on the cake. AUTHOR’S POV A week later “Jeremy!!! Jeremy!!! you can’t leave me. No, no, no!!” El screamed in her sleep.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.