Anthony Horowitz Horror Books Novels & Stories

Harold's minds brooded over the question as he wiped the books upon books clean and rearranged them; Celine Dazzle's ‘A trip on Brooms’, Mitch Flibberton's ‘Wolfaholic’ and so on. After neatly arranging nothing less than a hundred and fifty books, he slumped onto seat closest to him, gasping and dripping with sweat as the wind that blew from the window comforted him. As he sat, he wondered what Wilkes will be doing. Perhaps having a nap. Definitely, Trisha would have gone back to her hostel—maybe branched at the library to pick a book or two. Harold was still deep in his thoughts about his friends, the contest, Prof. Ericson, Mrs. Perry, Mr. Heathers and so on when a subtle vibration reached

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

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“Loria! Simon!” Anthony skidded to a halt in front of us, breathless, eyes wide with excitement. “I have to tell you something. I read a whole chapter today—okay, more like five—but this one part was weird. There was this story about a magical storm that scattered wolf packs across the continents. Not like a hurricane—like something that chose where it sent people.” Simon straightened slightly. “A sentient storm?” Anthony nodded eagerly. “They called it ‘The Great Severing.’ But the book was missing pages after that, and Andy says it could be total fiction.”

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

“Why can’t he just step out of the car!” Vivian shouted loud enough for Ichabod to hear. “I told you darling! He is a fucking Vampire that’s why!” Michael mumbled into Harmony’s ears as he held her around the neck, ignoring her whimper of pain. Harmony was coughing. She kept holding on to Michael’s hand which was around her throat. Vivian was freaking out and Ichabod was looking at them… Why was he not doing anything?

The driver turned to look at him. “Can you please help me get my things out of the boot?” The driver cast a quick glance at Sarah, hesitated then stepped out. He walked smartly to the boot and some seconds later, Harold's luggage was on the pavement. Max, too, stepped out of the car and got his luggage from the boot. Mr. Travis hurried to the car when that was done. “Max,” Sarah called to her son. The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in.

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He stared at her as if she were an insect. This man was grotesque. His face was distorted, making him look like an old, haggard witch. He grinned, and revealed rows of small, orange teeth. His breath stank. He came within inches of her, and stared. He raised a hand to her face, and she could see his long, curved, yellow fingernails. Like claws. He dragged them slowly along her cheek, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her repulsed. He grinned even wider. “Who are you?” Caitlin asked, terrified. “Where am I?”