All 62 Original Goosebumps Books In Order Novels & Stories

Her gaze had turned serious and she opted to go into her bedroom instead. Settling on the couch in the bedroom, she opened up the first book with the title, "As Old As Days." She read about the history of the Blue Moon Pack. Their unique genes and how they had come to settle. Also, she read about how criminals had been published in the Pack. Goosebumps lined her skin as she read detailed explanations of how they were whipped and stabbed continuously. Nicole's breathing turned heavy as she imagined her parents in that kind of situation.

It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching. My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased. I should have closed the book. Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read. The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat. Tah. And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.

'Only way to become an adept of the book of shadows is to learn the art of reading backwards. It cracked the long puzzle that filled the first page. I returned back to the first page and upon reading the paragraph backward, it finally made more sense. 'Let me in.' I suddenly felt goosebumps rush across my body as the harsh metallic voice surfaced. I looked across the room, and there was no sign of anyone.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

she finally heard the leader scream. And then, the sound of hundreds of bodies rustling towards her. The noise bounced off the walls, came from everywhere, and she realized that they were not just running towards her, but jumping down off the ceilings, off the balconies, their wings spread, speeding towards her. They swept down towards her, like a vulture after its prey, and she doubled her speed, ran for everything she had.

I had been able to ignore it in the day with everyone around me, but being alone made me very aware of it. I did some exercises in the room for a while, then tried to recall the information I had learned from the Hunters Guidebook my grandfather and great-grandpa had worked on together. I still couldn't settle down, no matter how hard I tried. I called out to DJay and asked for a book or some music to help. Thanks to that, I was at last able to keep myself busy with a couple of books until finally, I felt my eyes drooping and sleep took me.

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

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

“Let's keep on walking,” Harold said to Wilkes briefly. Like nothing had happened, they both began walking to the Generals Building. They walked alongside scores of students headed in the same direction but even as they did, they knew they only had each other. The other students were as good as foes. “Do you think he saw me with Max?” He asked as they rounded a corner that showed the Generals Building afar off. Beside it were the special building for werewolves like Harold, Vampires like Wilkes and enchanters like Trisha.

Caitlin sat there, her heart pounding, as Caleb sat across from her, reading the scroll with concern on his face. She couldn’t believe it. It had been such a magical moment, one of the peak moments of their relationship, and she had felt that she and Caleb were on the brink of getting so much closer. And then that stupid bird had to appear, out of nowhere, diving down like a messenger of death. Whatever the letter had to say, she couldn’t stand the suspense anymore. Her heart now pounded, not with love and excitement, but with fear and dread.