Book of the Black Saint
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,688
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Book of the Black Saint
A/N: And now to the important things yes I own this story I have made it with my own characters and if you have a problem with this story then why did you even read it or is the themes are in your option to bizarre then are you sure you know what this site is about? For the others I wish fun reading…
I. Prologue
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It was a cold autumn day in November when a black car pulled up to the gates of the ancient castle. The castle stood on a high mountain, only a half an hour walk away from the sleepy little medival village of Draconian.
Pulling the car to a second halt before the castle stepped Sir Alphonse Withberd out of his car together with his wife. They fourteen years of daughter Adele joined in shortly, looking bored at the falling leaves of the gigantic oak trees.
“It was since a long time that one member of our clan was here by our old home.” She heard her father say.
Later that day after getting most of they things packed out was the young girl walking through the castle to explore it. There were many interesting things there and her mood begun to lighten a bit, she loved ancient castles. Walking back to her room which was in the north wing she suddenly stopped. There was something strange abut that ancient wall carpet. Walking closer and pulling it away she saw that it his a black framed body mirror. Looking at the mirror more closely she saw that it was also hiding something a door of some sort.
Lightly pushing against it the door opened with a loud squeak revealing a dark stair way to her. Adele was always a curious person so she carefully begun to climb up the stairs which led her in to a hidden under the roof of the north tower.
“Wow, this is rather interesting.” She said after she used her lighter to lighten the candles.
The room looked like a study room with many selves of dusty books and parchments. In the middle of the room stood a table with many notes on it, there was even a fireplace in the room with two deep emerald chairs cowered with a tick layer of dust. She doubted anyone knew about this room and she felt glad, she had suddenly some sort of hidden place for her own. Looking farther around she noticed that there was some sort of an old painting above the fireplace. Walking nearer she saw that it showed a woman in her early twenties sitting in one of the emerald chairs, she wore a black medival dress, her log raven hair fell ower her delicate features, her skin was pale, lips painted blood red, her eyes were probably like the amber stone. The stood also the title of the picture Adele only needed to free it from the dust of time.
“The Black Saint” she read confused. Stepping back a bit she accidentally bumped against the old desk and something fell to the ground.
Looking down she noticed a book. Picking it up she stared at it, she didn’t know what the cover was made of, but is reminded her frighteningly on the human skin covered books Auschwitz. Opening it she needed to shudder again, the writing in the book was the brownish color of dried blood.
Walking over to one of the chairs she dusted it of and sat down, book re-opened she started reading.
Dear soul,
who you find this hidden place and this book feel rewarded.
I have written in these book thirteen stories you may read if you please, each of them hiding a secret massage on the end which will appear if you read the story. Feel free to decide, but the hidden massage will only appear if you read the story out of your own free will.
I wish you pleasure in reading,
With love
Lady Ariandre Awenna Withberg
Looking at the first page she decided that it wouldn’t hurt to read the first story.
To be continued…
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A/N: so what do you think stands in the book?
I. Prologue
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It was a cold autumn day in November when a black car pulled up to the gates of the ancient castle. The castle stood on a high mountain, only a half an hour walk away from the sleepy little medival village of Draconian.
Pulling the car to a second halt before the castle stepped Sir Alphonse Withberd out of his car together with his wife. They fourteen years of daughter Adele joined in shortly, looking bored at the falling leaves of the gigantic oak trees.
“It was since a long time that one member of our clan was here by our old home.” She heard her father say.
Later that day after getting most of they things packed out was the young girl walking through the castle to explore it. There were many interesting things there and her mood begun to lighten a bit, she loved ancient castles. Walking back to her room which was in the north wing she suddenly stopped. There was something strange abut that ancient wall carpet. Walking closer and pulling it away she saw that it his a black framed body mirror. Looking at the mirror more closely she saw that it was also hiding something a door of some sort.
Lightly pushing against it the door opened with a loud squeak revealing a dark stair way to her. Adele was always a curious person so she carefully begun to climb up the stairs which led her in to a hidden under the roof of the north tower.
“Wow, this is rather interesting.” She said after she used her lighter to lighten the candles.
The room looked like a study room with many selves of dusty books and parchments. In the middle of the room stood a table with many notes on it, there was even a fireplace in the room with two deep emerald chairs cowered with a tick layer of dust. She doubted anyone knew about this room and she felt glad, she had suddenly some sort of hidden place for her own. Looking farther around she noticed that there was some sort of an old painting above the fireplace. Walking nearer she saw that it showed a woman in her early twenties sitting in one of the emerald chairs, she wore a black medival dress, her log raven hair fell ower her delicate features, her skin was pale, lips painted blood red, her eyes were probably like the amber stone. The stood also the title of the picture Adele only needed to free it from the dust of time.
“The Black Saint” she read confused. Stepping back a bit she accidentally bumped against the old desk and something fell to the ground.
Looking down she noticed a book. Picking it up she stared at it, she didn’t know what the cover was made of, but is reminded her frighteningly on the human skin covered books Auschwitz. Opening it she needed to shudder again, the writing in the book was the brownish color of dried blood.
Walking over to one of the chairs she dusted it of and sat down, book re-opened she started reading.
Dear soul,
who you find this hidden place and this book feel rewarded.
I have written in these book thirteen stories you may read if you please, each of them hiding a secret massage on the end which will appear if you read the story. Feel free to decide, but the hidden massage will only appear if you read the story out of your own free will.
I wish you pleasure in reading,
With love
Lady Ariandre Awenna Withberg
Looking at the first page she decided that it wouldn’t hurt to read the first story.
To be continued…
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A/N: so what do you think stands in the book?