Xenos Books Novels & Stories

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

My senses are highly aware of the power this room holds within it. “When Ashe led me down here, it was then she informed me Senko was very much alive. That he had created a means by using his blood magic to manufacture a new race.” Althea walks down one of the many rows of shelves, stopping not even halfway, peering at the contents of the shelf before plucking a large, leatherbound, and worn-looking book and turning back to us. “This,” she says,” Is what I thought you were, what he had made.”

Miya woke up to find herself lying in a room with white walls and the noticeable scent of disinfectant. She moved her hands and felt something flurry. Startled, she turned aside to see Xenon sitting by the bed, his head resting on the duvet, asleep with a frown between his brows. The morning sunlight shone through the big window and spread upon his most charming face. He looked tired and worried, even in his sleep.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

"My Xenia...she's gone. My Xenia is dead." ____________________ -Zohara

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

As usual, Stefan’s black eyes remained expressionless—black mirrors, Leesa usually thought of them as, except when they shifted to bottomless dark pools—but the skin around his mouth and eyes tightened almost imperceptibly. “I have,” he said. “But what do you know of them?” “Three of them came to our dorm to talk to me a week or so ago,” Cali said. “We’re afraid they may still be around, or that they might come back.” Stefan stared at Cali. “Why would xenorians be interested in you? You are a mere human.” “I know…lucky for me, huh? One of them—a woman—touched me to see if I had any magic. Of course, I don’t.”

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.