American Horror Stories Books Novels & Stories

The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my burning eyes before slowly bringing them open. When my vision finally returned, I found the book surrounded with one of those circles with stars in the middle you'd see in horror movies. The shape was on fire, sending smoke all over the place. The fucking book was going to burn down my home. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. “Not today, Satan!" I quickly rose from the ground and ran to the book as I took off my jacket from around me. Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out.

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

The mob was fast closing in. He suddenly grabbed her hand and turned the corner, taking them down a side street. It ended in a wall. “It’s a dead-end!” she yelled. But he kept running, dragging her with him. He reached the end of the alley, dropped to a knee, and with a single finger reached in and yanked up a huge, iron manhole. She turned, and saw the huge group of vampires heading right towards them, not more than 20 feet away “Go!” he yelled, and before she could react, he grabbed her and shoved her into the hole.

She was there. Waiting. Her eyes moved over me once. Then she nodded. “Better.” I didn’t respond. I just stood there. Something still felt… off. I looked toward the hallway again. Then back at her. “What are those books?” I asked. Her expression didn’t change much. “What books?” “The ones in the other room.” A pause. Not long. But enough. “That room is not for you,” she said. Her voice didn’t rise. But it wasn’t open either.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

“They forgot the rules. It won’t happen again.” She shook in his arms. The dark thrill that had pulled her back to him twisted violently into something far more terrifying... pure horror at the casual violence she had just witnessed. This wasn’t a thrilling fantasy she could walk away from when the yacht returned to shore. This was Viktor Garfield’s real world... brutal, unforgiving, and soaked in blood. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. The charismatic predator was back in his gaze, but now she saw the monster clearly beneath the charm.

In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, motivational, health books. The author’s series The Warhead Hunters: the Zombie Apocalypse Decimation hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Horror Literature & Fiction and Supernatural Horror categories. The author’s over seven titles hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Health, Fitness & Dieting, Reference, Religion & Spiritually, Murder Thrillers, Mysteries, and Crime Thrillers. Tamikio received an award certificate for entering her Christmas short story, Jeremy’s Magical Christmas, in the Christmas Collection Anthology. The author received an honorable recognition as the best crime author of September 2016. She won her first crystal trophy a

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y