Best Horror Books Ever Novels & Stories

Damon nodded I flew to the library the following day to return 'kidnapped' I decided I wanted another book, this time I chose a different author and a different genre, I chose horror, which wasnt far from thriller, like the first book, but horror was my favourite, I loved how ghosts were scary, and there were demons, and scary witches that cursed you, it made me laugh, for some reason this had always made me laugh, even before I knew I was a witch, now I knew why. The librarian was amazed to see me so quickly, but nodded in greeting, I nodded back. I chose a book called second nature, and blinked home, yes I could've flown but decided to blink. As soon as I got home I felt danger, not exactl

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results. Eli, being the Head Librarian, was able to sniff out what they needed fast, and she was sure the seven books on the desk were about all he could find. Most of them dealt with hauntings and spirit possessions, but none it seemed, could tell her how to kill an evil spirit. Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged.

The forest had been quiet for so long, but now it was alive — or rather, it was dying. The air was thick with the stench of rot, the world around them feeling like a wound that refused to heal. As Clara, Lucas, and Ashani struggled to push through the rising tide of shadows, they could feel the darkness closing in, pressing down on them from every side, pulling at their very souls. The air itself seemed to whisper with forgotten words, old and malevolent, like the earth itself was speaking to them in a language that none of them could understand.

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."

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

CHAPTER 4 Later he heard a loud eerie cry that understandably scared him. Headless people, junkies, drifter, hobos. For some weird reason, he always had a pathological fear of ending up like these people. Maybe it was ignorance. These types always seemed naturally repellent magic. Instead of repulsion and fear, he now felt a completely different emotion towards them: jealousy. Some of them might have been mental, granted, but some of them just didn’t care.

"Because if you do. I got this book from a very nice lady in front of the shopping center last month. Well, I've been reading it lately. The end of the world could actually happen?” Calvin blinked, then snorted. “What kind of question is that? You’re seriously frightening me with these mental exercises,” he said, half-laughing. “What is this? Are these horror stories you're reading for philosophy class?” She pressed her lips together, frustrated. “I’m serious, Calvin.”