Best Horror Audiobook Novels & Stories

I was too tired. I sat by the side of the road, breathing loudly. My head felt light. My stomach felt empty. Then I heard it. A roar. Loud. Deep. Not like anything I had heard before. It came from inside the woods. I froze. The sound came again. Closer. Then men’s voices. Shouting. Laughing. Running. More roars. Then gunshots. Sharp and terrifying. I covered my ears. My heart felt like it was jumping inside my throat.

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

Amidst the eerie silence, the voices of a man and a woman reverberated, their whispers akin to ghostly murmurs in the abyss. "Suzanne, save us! It's so cold... Run away, Suzanne! Don't look back!" their voices pleaded, wrenching at Suzanne's heart with each desperate cry. Suzanne sprinted aimlessly through the pitch-black surroundings, her senses consumed by fear as an ominous presence loomed over her. The sinister voice echoed through the void like a haunting chant, "Kill her... Kill her, and the money is yours... Kill her!" A shadowy figure materialized before Suzanne, its malevolent gaze piercing through the darkness. Its bloodied hands reached out and wrapped around her throat, suffocati

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

“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.”

The air around us seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and I sensed that something was about to shift, to change in ways I couldn't yet comprehend. I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with horror, as the ground beneath our feet began to churn and convulse. The earth split open, and a legion of the dead burst forth, their bony fingers clawing at the air as they pulled themselves up from the depths of the underworld. The sound was like nothing I'd ever heard before, a cacophony of scraping, scratching, and unearthly moans that sent shivers down my spine. The stench of decay and rot filled the air, making my stomach turn. I was frozen in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of

Beasts and voices. 'I looked down myself. And it wasn't lying. Through the blood and what was left of him, those damned creatures mocked me. I could hear the voices. Above, below and all about me. In time, I hope it will fade, but my hopes have been futile so far.' Lloyd snapped the book shut. A glaze of determination hardened his eyes as he got to his feet, tossing the journal back onto the desk. "Dare I?" He whispered, chewing his lower lip thoughtfully. "I mean, I've seen enough horror movies to know that looking at demons can cause problems. But how much more trouble can I get into?"

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

The flames burned high and ominous, making the whole room feel like an oven, but somehow nothing in the apartment seemed to catch fire, making the whole situation feel so uncomfortably surreal. It should have been horrific—before now, the most horrifying thing I’d seen had been Evan’s blazing red eyes, his fangs bared to bite—and yet, there was a strange sort of comfort deep in my chest. “You needn’t have bothered.” Multiple voices emanated from Aurelia’s body, spoken in sync in a way that made my skin crawl. Aurelia’s lips moved, but there were too many voices for one body to produce alone, and the sound seemed to saturate the entirety of the room. “My flames would have been of no consequen

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.