Best Haunting Books Novels & Stories

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her. “That is your future Beth.You will die if you are not careful.” “What do you mean?”Beth asked,stretching out her hand into the casket,gently caressing her own cold,frozen face. “The darkness is coming for you,”the girl answered.”When it does you must be strong.She won’t spare you.” “She?Who are you talking about?” “The lady in the shadows.The one who watches you and wants you dead.” Wrapping her robe even tighter against the deepening chill,Beth was more certain than ever that this was either a very vivid dream or a complete hallucination.Nothing the girl was telling her made any

"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

she says squeezing my shoulder in reassurance. " No problem I'll be fine thank you Casey." I said wrapping her up in a hug. After Casey left I started looking through books and one got my attention I took it off the shelve and read the title. Hecate's Curse. I opened the book and started reading it.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Hazel might have thought she could stand up to me, but she had no clue who she was up against. By the time I reached my room, plots were already forming in my head. Whatever Leif dug up on her, I would use it to bring her down. Her days in this pack were limited and I would make damn sure she knew it. *** Author’s pov Leif was a man who thrived in shadows, someone skilled at uncovering secrets no one else dared to find. When Evelyn approached him with her task to dig into Hazel’s past, he had immediately known it would be a challenge—but those were the types of jobs he enjoyed most. He had left the riverside meeting with a pouch of gold and a wicked grin, already making plans to get started.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

Books that whisper if you listen too closely. I smile faintly. “Alright,” I murmur. “Show me what you’re hiding.” Because if Lena is the Moon Goddess’s choice… Someone will try to remove her. Quietly. Cleanly. And I won’t let them. I walk between the shelves, running my fingers along the spines, feeling the weight of centuries in the bindings. Each book carries a story, a warning, a trap. I pause at one in particular. The leather is cracked, the edges frayed. I feel the pulse of magic under my fingers. It hums in recognition, like it knows I’ve come prepared.