Anthology Horror Novels & Stories

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Brandon Ebinger: Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

“Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night! “It’s special for another reason, too,” he said, bending low over one of the footlights to cast eerie shadows across his face. “Twenty years ago on this very night. On this very same stage, a man. The wickedest man this county’s ever known. A fiend who clawed his way out of the crypt and onto the airwaves and into your homes was burned to death in front of an audience. Just. Like. You.” The TVs switched to each showing clips from Satur

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

A heavy claw landed on the window she stared from, cracking the fragile shield. Falling back, she screamed as more attempted to break in. Yet, through all that, there was one she felt deeper fear for than the others. A shivering demand drew her to look back to the room she had ran from. The door opened on its own accord, and within that contained darkness emerged a hooded specter. In appearance, its monstrosity was veiled, all but for the blooded horns and snout that resembled a ram. The intensity of it sucked the very breath from her. Froze the blood in her veins until she felt as though every part of her being was constricted and trapped under its scrutiny as it approached. The closer it c

I froze. “Hello?” I whispered, even though I didn’t mean to. My voice sounded too loud in the small room. No answer. I slid off the small bed slowly and walked toward the door. Bare feet on cold ground. I pressed my ear against the metal. And that’s when I heard it again. A sound. Faint. Like… shouting? Or maybe I imagined it. My chest tightened. “I don’t like this…” The dungeon suddenly felt smaller. Like the walls were closing in.

Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first. Rolling her eyes, she went and added ‘that resembles vampires’ in her current search, and the next thing she knew, she’d been directed to an article with an interesting read. *** CROSS SPECIES OF THE NIGHT … the creatures of the night roots back to ancient times and had found themselves impure…

my anger began to dissipate for just a moment. “Because what killed your parents is still out there Avalon.” Darren’s face took on a look of pleading. Pleading for me to understand or to stop my line of questioning I do not know. I can feel his unease with disclosing this information. If he expected me to stop he was sorely mistaken. I deserved answer, after all it is my life. “They will come for you, the moment you set foot on the other side of this realm they will come.” “That is insane Darren, who will come, what could they possibly want with me. Other than my being a hunter I hold no special value.”

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.