Anthony Horowitz Horror Books Novels & Stories

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?”

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

"Reading novels seems better!" A profound silence reigned in the downstairs room where Miranda stayed, broken only by the rhythmic cadence of her breathing as she sat on the wide bed, propped up against soft pillows, a famous horror novel open in her hands. The words danced before her eyes under the warm glow of the golden bedside lamp, drawing her deeper and deeper into their dark worlds, until it seemed as if she were slipping into her haunted depths.

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

Campbell. "He hates Witches." The bald-headed woman let out a rough breath. "The Freaky World has been at peace in a long time. Nobody hates each other. That's why this school was built, where children of all races mingle." Lyla took a deep breath. "From the books I've read, Vampires have been opposing the existence of witches in the Freaky world since hundreds of years ago." She said, remembering what she had read in a history book from her home library.

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

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

She franticly tried to cover up as much of her exposed body parts as possible as she turned around. Two black silhouettes towered over her, and a red flicker lit up from a smoking cigarette. Then, a low rumbling growl vibrated through the air, and their soul-chilling eyes glowed in the night like burning coals from the pits of hell. "It's time to play, little human." a calm and unhurried voice spoke in the dark. Minnow could feel nothing but blind terror, and the fear sealed her throat. Suddenly they grabbed her legs, and she screamed out a guttural cry.

Octopus Head had cut off one of his own tentacles, handing it toward us with its other tentacles. "Apology. Eat." The still-writhing, bloodied tentacle made Anna and the others retch instantly. At that moment, the village chief took out a handbook bound in human skin, with the words Villager's Code of Conduct written in blood. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Once you've eaten your fill, you can learn about the rules in our humble village."