Zapped Book Novels & Stories

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

She watched as Zayne flipped opened pages. “You need to read this” zayne handed her the book with a page wide opened. Even though Quinn was scared, she took the book from Zayne. Her eyes popped out on seeing the heading on the page that was open, “GREY WOLVES WITH BLACK DOTS” And curiously, her eyes roamed the content of the page. Zayne watched as her eyes moved quickly on the book. He wasn’t hearing any word from her, but he knew she was reading it in her heart as her lips moved slowly without a word.

He found himself plummeting towards the ground, right for the center of Times Square. Caleb hit the ground hard, ten vampires on top of him. He could see that Samuel and the others hit the ground, too. But now that they were on the ground, Caleb had the advantage. He managed to jump to his feet and knock off five vampires in one motion, swinging the staff wildly. He then reached it back and used its tip as a spear, plunging it through another vampire’s throat. He jabbed its circular head and bashed another vampire in the head. He then grabbed it by its tip and swung it as widely as he could, knocking down 10 vampires in a single motion, establishing a perimeter around him.

"I brought books related to medical medicine dosages, samples of medical medicine research results, and even simple recipes for making potions for a witch. Although it still doesn't seem to compare to the potion book your aunt gave you, I still hope these books will be of some help." I withdrew my words. Both my hands stretched forward to grasp Zaire's palms. "Zair, you're so great! How did you get these books in such a short time? I never thought that there were other witch potion books other than Auntie's." "Haha, that's nothing. I had thought to look for these books even from the black market when you and Zephyr were unconscious," Zaire replied with a stiff laugh. "There are times when yo

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

I started the antidote. The fog didn't just lift; it tore open. At first, it was just flashes. Zack sitting on my sofa in Havenfall. A little girl with two-toned eyes—Lila—with chocolate smeared across her cheeks. Then, the eraser stopped moving. The last six years began to fill in like ink on a page.

"Fear not, my dear. The path ahead may be fraught with challenges, but you possess an inner strength that will guide you. Embrace your gifts, and they shall illuminate the darkness." As Magdalena's hand withdrew, Zoe's mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions. The revelation of her mysterious power, coupled with the uncertainty of its origin and purpose, left her feeling both exhilarated and unnerved. She knew that her journey had taken an unexpected turn, plunging her into a realm where the supernatural and the mundane intertwined with intricate complexity. The chapter concluded, leaving Zoe grappling with the revelation of her enigmatic power. The path ahead would be fraught with both dang